Tuesday, January 25, 2005

 

chance meeting part 3

we have been looking to invest in some property at some point in time back in Canada. So with some free time on our hands, and the weather finally warming up from -20 to +6, we decided to go house shopping...
Driving through the university area, or should I say, slushing through the mud and melting snow, we came across a woman helping an elderly couple out of the car into their house.
I told my father to stop the car, because the woman was no other than Mrs. Thay, my old Chinese teacher from university! I stepped out, and in the brief encounter, met her parents, she met Dallas and my dad and we agreed to meet again before we go back to Taiwan.
This teacher was strict, and I always felt she picked on me during class. In fact, whenever she yelled " JASON!" I jumped, but all my friends laughed, because it became so customary..
Still, over the years, we developed a friendship of sorts. I have visited her on past visits via another friend who keeps in touch with our teacher.
It was a bizarre stroke of luck again, but one that I believe was fated. I will not go into details there, but I believe that something will come out of this meeting.

3 chance meetings in 5 days. Means that Edmonton must still be small, despite its seemingly fast growth every time I return.

yesterday we also went to the government offices to do some tax stuff, and I remembered that my Tai chi teacher, and also a fellow watch collector work in the building. Not only that, they happen to work for the same department. I found them, and we had a quick coffee before we met my dad for dim sum. They didn't know that I knew the other.

It's the people of course that brings a person back to a place. Sometimes people ask me why I would come back to Edmonton, especially in the Winter. Or why I don't get bored staying so long. It's because I want to see people. I have been spending less time meeting people out for dinner this time, and spending more time to go to their place to have tea, or hang out.


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