To start, here is mine:
The Hawaiian islands are the more remote inhabited land mass on earth. On the island of Maui, the tiny village of Hana nestles in the jungle. It is a two hour drive from the nearest town on a narrow winding road. Kati and I heard about Hana from a friend, and hitch-hiked into the rainforest to camp near the beach. We decided to stay in the area awhile and one morning knocked on the door of the senior center, Hale Hulu Mamo, to offer my foot reflexology to the elders of the community.
As we sat in the living room talking together, a white car pulled up in the driveway. No one was expected. Two women came in and introduced themselves as being with the Baha'i faith. They were invited to join us. The women asked me where I am from, and I replied, "Colorado."
"Oh," they said, "Chris is from Colorado. He uses a wheelchair and didn't want to come in. He is in the car."
The talk went on and then they asked, "Where are you from in Colorado?"
"Fort Collins," I answered.
"Really!" they exclaimed. "Chris is from Fort Collins! You should go out and meet him."
I went out to the car and introduced myself. We quickly learned that we knew each other from 33 years before. At that time, I practiced Nicheren Shoshu Buddhism. Chris and his friend practiced the Baha'i faith, and his friend was writing his masters dissertation on Nichiren Shoshu. At their request, I served as their guide to Buddhist meetings. Chris and I have to this day a clear memory that after a Buddhist service at the temple in Denver, we three sat at a table in a Chinese restaurant and shared dinner.
Outside the Hana senior center, the aha! of recognition as we talked was the peak of that fascinating synchronicity experience.