By Alexis Synder, Guest Blogger & Convaid Ambassador | I’m sure at some point or another we have all said or heard someone else say, “I was in the right place at the right time.” But how exactly does that happen? I am a firm believer that nothing in life is a coincidence and that everything happens for a reason. Life has mysterious ways of working and bringing people together. This story starts with two families, one in Boston and another from California, 3000 miles apart but destined to meet.
It was the end of August and the school year was rapidly approaching. At the last minute I enrolled my daughter Sara, a Convaid user, in a week long drawing class at the art museum. On the second morning of her class I decided to take a tour offered by the museum. As I sat and waited for the tour, a mom and her teenage son sat down beside me. We began talking because an irate visitor had just upset the tour guide and the rattled mom asked me if I had witnessed the episode. I had not, but I’m glad it got us talking. During our conversation I learned that she and her family had come all the way from California because her son, Kobe, was receiving medical treatment here in Boston. This is the same hospital where Sara is also a patient and where my husband is employed. They had come to the museum for a quick visit in-between appointments. The tour began and we really couldn’t chat, so we quickly exchanged phone numbers. About a half and hour into the tour they had to return to the hospital so we said a quick goodbye.
A short time later I chatted with Kobe’s mom and learned that one of Sara’s physicians was also one of the doctors from whom Kobe was receiving treatment and also learned that Kobe and his family were staying in a hotel just up the street from our home. Later that day Sara and Kobe began texting one another. They quickly struck up a friendship, spending hours of time texting, having not yet met. The next evening we invited Kobe and his family to our home before they returned to California the next morning. Our families hit it off immediately. Kobe, his younger brother and Sara spent the evening playing games and having fun together, while my husband and I had the opportunity to get to know Kobe’s parents. We were all sad that the evening had to end knowing that they would be flying home in the morning. We were however aware that their family would someday return to Boston because Kobe would require surgery. Sara and Kobe faithfully kept in touch by text and a couple of weeks later we learned that his family would be returning to Boston.
A couple of days before Kobe’s surgery, he and Sara got to spend sometime together having fun and keeping Kobe busy and distracted from the upcoming surgery. They revisited the art museum and attended a virtual reality game night where they both made two more new friends, who in the days ahead would be checking in with Sara to ask how Kobe was doing. When the day of the surgery arrived, I was able to keep Kobe’s parents company and offer some support while they were so far away from home, family and friends. And since my husband works at the hospital he was only a phone call away if they needed help navigating anything. Sara was able to visit, and has every day since the surgery, and I am happy to report that Kobe is doing well and on the mend. He and Sara are looking forward to spending some more time together outside of the hospital before he and his family return home.
Words cannot express how glad I am that our families paths have crossed and that we have been able to be there for Kobe and his family. And to think it all started because of a negative interaction a fellow museum goer had with the tour guide. Just goes to show that everything happens for a reason, and that while unfortunate that an unhappy man made for an unpleasant situation, in the end it made for some very fortunate new friendships. It was serendipity.