I greeted Mr. Tracy at the airport, then walked to the garage where I parked the rental car. Unfortunately I forgot what color the car was. Or what level I parked the car.
After 10 minutes of looking for my rental car, my dream of driving Mr. Tracy faded as he boarded a taxi to the seminar.
Now fast forward to a few months ago and I was to be greeted at the San Francisco airport by an attendee to a seminar I was speaking at. And, sadly he couldn’t remember where he parked his car either.
All I could think about was my lost moment with Mr Tracy all those years prior.
Funny how things work out. The randomness of life being repeated.