This is another post that has little to do with photography or Photoshop. However, my twin brother, Bob, and I, who are the main characters in this story, are both photographers. We care deeply about achieving "art" in our photographs. We are also living proof of the strange connection between twins. As before, this story is just too good not to tell.
In a little less than a month, this is the second strange coincidence that has occurred to me, both defying odds, and proving to me that there is more to life that we can understand. My brother was not involved in the first incident. However, this coincidence is just as true and almost as amazing as the last one I reported. Please see my entry of a few weeks ago: Mystery of the Miracle Frisbee. You will understand that there is more to life than meets the average eye.
An ambulance took my 88 year-old Mom to the hospital a little over a week ago. It turned out to be a heart attack. She's still in the hospital recovering. We're hopeful that her recovery will be complete. The prayers of all who read this are appreciated.
My older brother was at the hospital immediately. I was able to be there within a few hours. My twin brother Bob was on a job in Alabama. We didn't see him until late the following day.
Let me say at the outset that Bob and I are very different identical twins. We're not the ones who dress alike and call each other every day. I don't trip when his shoe lace is untied. We do have a few similarities: we both like old movie serials and old time radio. We also take our photography seriously. I had last seen him at Thanksgiving, and before that it had been at least two years.
When Bob arrived at the hospital, I greeted him and he almost immediately went to check on our Mom. My phone rang and I moved to the hallway to take the call. It was my wife, checking in to see how my Mom was doing. I paced around the hallway as I talked. After a few moments, while still on the phone, I felt a bump on my wrist. I turned and my brother was holding out his arm to show his wrist watch. "Same one," he whispered.
I finished the call in a couple of more minutes, then took notice that he was indeed wearing the same watch as me. Now, this might not be so hard to believe if it was a common timepiece you might pick up at Wal-mart or the local department store. But this is a 21 jewel, automatic movement, black face, see-through skeleton case back, black rubber strap, diver's watch, Invicta model 9110.
|My brother Bob on the right of the inset.|
As we talked, we discovered that we both had purchased our watches online within about a month of each other, for pretty much the same reasons. We both wanted a rugged watch that would hold up to being dunked under water. Neither of us wanted a battery powered watch because we've both had batteries die at inopportune times, only to have the water seal fail after the battery was replaced. Also, neither of us likes a metal band. The watch we bought had to be aesthetically pleasing and reasonably priced. To be honest, that still leaves a lot of watches from which to choose. Each of us could have chosen from hundreds or even thousand of watches from dozens of different brands. However, we both choose exactly the same watch. We were able to document it because we both brought our cameras to the hospital.
I know it's not impossible, but it's also extremely improbable. I know you've heard of twin connections or coincidences before. This is another one. Feel free to post your thoughts.
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