Religion

 In 1754, Horace Walpole coined a word from the title of a fairy tale, “The Three Princes of Serendip.” It tells the tales of heroeswho“were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things they were not in quest of.” Life, then, became replete with these events … but only for those with eyes to see!

 I had a column written and ready to send when a monumental event occurred. Many may have missed it in the flurry of early voting and pre-election discussions and arguments. 

I have always been in touch with the core reality of my being a first generation Italian-American. It has colored my life experience in multiple ways. Many of the exaggerated idiosyncrasies discovered in a Mediterranean heritage are also uncovered in my fairly boisterous personality, the loudness of my laughter and the depth of my sorrows. My hands are in motion whenever I speak. My humor could rarely be perceived as subtle or dry.

With a smile or two to deepen my pleasure, I remember enjoying the adventures of “The A Team” evolving with the ultimate and triumphal pronouncement: “I love it when a plan comes together.” Although it really wasn’t a plan that came together recently, I sensed providential planning plaguing my steps. It evoked a series of serendipitous events, emails, and experiences. The events were catalysts for the experiences and made the emails profoundly meaningful.