Yesterday I took my daughter for her driving test. We pulled up to a LONG line of cars. Spotted a co-worker waiting for his son to finish his test (he passed). Found out there was at least an hour delay. Settled in for the wait. Finally it was her turn. She was pretty nervous by the time it was going to start.
I got out of the car and showed my license to the examiner who got into the car. As I turned away, an older man on a motorcycle pulled up and yelled my daughter's name and gave her two thumbs up. She smiled but couldn't talk. I walked over and asked who he is. He is her afternoon bus driver.
What are the odds that while I am standing in the middle of the street, in a neighborhood I've only visited three times in my life (my test, my older son's test and yesterday) that my daughter's bus driver would be there too and able to shout words of encouragement? Struck me as odd, but it actually calmed her down and she passed.
Lesson learned: We end up where we are needed. He made a wrong turn and look what happened. A wonderfully positive experience.
