“No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed. I have known mothers who remake the bed after their children do it because there is wrinkle in the spread or the blanket is on crooked. This is sick.” – Erma Bombeck

I think we have all had them. You know, those moments when revelations just blow your mind as well as the laws of probability.

I graduated from High School in Heidelberg, Germany.

I then flew half way around the world to attend college in Billings, Montana.

My college roommate was looking through my High School annual and suddenly lets out a “Holy cow…………I know that guy. I went to school with him in West Point, NY.”

That person was John Panke and here is the connection. My dad was a career officer in the Air Force. In 1960, he was transferred from South Carolina to Heidelberg, Germany.

John Panke’s dad was a career Army officer. In 1960, he was transferred from West Point, N.Y. to Heidelberg, Germany where we became classmates.

My college roommate, David Ripa, was born and raised in a small town close to West Point. He was classmates with John Panke there.

Karma, the stars, fate or something else all combined at a moment in time to bring South Carolina, Heidelberg, West Point, and Billings, Montana into a unique universe.

What are the odds?

I have had other such moments but this one was kind of mind-boggling.

One more.

Recently I read “The Liberator” by Alex Kershaw. Fantastic true story of Felix Sparks, an American soldier in WWII. Without going into the details, suffice to say Sparks was a very brave and wonderful man.

Somehow, he survived the war and settled in Delta, Colorado where he added even more wonders of achievement to his remarkable life.

I have a friend who grew up in Delta. Turns out he knew Felix’s daughter and even met him. However, at the time, he was unaware of the achievements of the man. Thanks to the book, now he knows.

Some things defy explanation.

“It’s 11PM, do you know where your pants are?”