At my church one of my responsibilities is helping other members become more self-reliant. One of the ways that I do that is by helping to coordinate group orders for emergency preparedness items. This is mostly a group effort with other like-minded individuals throughout the Dallas Fort Worth area where we share information. I’ve been working with one such emergency preparedness and food storage-minded lady for about three years now. Mostly we’ve talk through email. Then about a week ago when the final due date for one of the group orders was coming near she, Duana (Doo-wayne-uh), decided to come from her side of DFW to my side to give me her group’s order. That’s when the following email conversation took place:
Duana: “I will be in your area Tuesday evening. Can I drop off the checks to you then?”
Me: “Yes, that will work. My address is 1821 ***.” (what? although not too hard to find, I ain’t making this easy for you)
Duana: “I know exactly where your street is. we lived on it about 25 years ago! LOL.”
Me: “Ha! That’s funny that you used to live on my street! What a small world! I’ll see you Tuesday evening.”
Duana: “I will tell you something even funnier. I was talking to my dad last night and then I just looked it up. 1821 WAS our house.”
What are the chances of that ever happening?! The lady I’ve been communicating with for three years over the internet used to live in the same house as mine! And we’re both interested in emergency preparedness. And we’re both Mormon. Which is really odd considering where we live.
When Duana came over Tuesday evening one of the first words out of my mouth was “Make yourself at home,” to which my husband completed with “again.” It was fun and interesting hearing her tell me how the neighborhood used to look (it’s hard to imagine this street with no trees) and how my home used to look (that explains the crack and no electrical outlet upstairs in the game room).
Our home was built in 1974 and the images below are dated January 1, 1980–exactly one year before I was born. We recently removed the original door in these images and replaced with another to which I painted tomato red.
Here is our home today (with Duana standing out front). The numbers on the chimney have moved and lots of landscaping has improved the yard.
Separated by 32 years (and my birth) it’s amazing just truly how small this world really is, and also just another affirmation that we were meant to move here.
Like this Blast from the Past? You might also be interested in Fashion Flashbacks. You know, where you get to laugh at me for wearing a dead lady’s shirt.
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