Money with my name on

Two weeks ago, a patient paid me for her acupuncture session with four ten pound notes. She laid them on the side table. When I looked down at them, I saw that she had written “Fletch” across the face of the top note. I said something like, “Ah, you’ve allotted that money for me.” I looked closer at the note and saw that my full first name was written clearly across it: “Fletcher.” She looked at me, puzzled. I said did you put this money aside for me and write my name on it. She looked at the notes, amazed, and said “No, I didn’t write that on there.”

Apparently, it was a coincidence. Or was it. Occasionally, I notice things written on bank notes, sometimes a few figures, as a person does a sum, or very occasionally a person writes a name. But I might see such a thing once a year, or less. And my name is unusual, so for this to be a coincidence is not really credible. No, it was obvious to me this money was meant for me; after all, it had my name on it. When you’re used to synchronicity, you take this sort of thing for granted, and I regularly experience such “coincidences.”

But here is the funny thing. This evening, when I saw the patient again, we were talking about this, and she told me afterwards that she had told some of her friends about this, and that she was wondering how it could have happened. She said that she considered at one point whether I had switched the notes over, using slight of hand. This made me laugh, big time, because I would never have predicted that she would have thought such a thing. The very notion seemed funny to me, because what possible reason could I have had to do such a thing. We both laughed about this.

No, somebody, somewhere had written my name on that ten pound note, and from that moment onwards, the note was intended for me, and it managed to find its way to me. This makes perfect sense to me…

 

15 September 2009