A CHANCE MEETING WITH THE MAN WHO DELIVERED ME. When I was 5 years old, I was dining with my mum and brothers at a restaurant. As we settled at our table, I couldn’t take my eyes off a man seated across from us. There was something about him that seemed oddly familiar, a deep sense of recognition that I couldn’t explain. I tugged at my mum’s sleeve and asked who he was, feeling a strange pull towards him… See more
When I was 5 years old, I was dining with my mum and brothers at a restaurant. As we settled at our table, I couldn’t take my eyes off a man seated across from us. There was something about him that seemed oddly familiar, a deep sense of recognition that I couldn’t explain. I tugged at my mum’s sleeve and asked who he was, feeling a strange pull towards him.
To our astonishment, my mum recognized him instantly. He was the obstetrician who had delivered me; in other words, he was the very first person I had ever seen in my life. After my birth, I had never seen him again, yet I had this inexplicable feeling of knowing him. My mum approached him, and he remembered her, noting that I was the only red-haired baby he had ever delivered in Brazil. The encounter left us all amazed, and he promised to always share this extraordinary story.
Despite the incredible coincidence, many people are skeptical when I recount this story. I often have to call my mum to verify the details, but the memory remains a profound and unforgettable part of my early childhood.
