Somethings I just don't understand.
Yesterday would have been my brother's forty ninth birthday, something that I was aware of from the moment I opened my eyes at just after 6 a.m. Nothing new there, the 7th May will always be "his day".
However something strange happened last night, I was looking through one of my desk draws looking for a notebook and found a Travelcard. The first thing that caught me eye was the price, £33.50, the second thing was the date, 6 February 2004. It seemed strange that this ticket should still be in the drawer in the first place and even more strange that it should be there on top of the notebook I was looking for. It took me no more than a couple of seconds though before I remembered why I had a ticket for that date - it was the day after my brother nearly died and was only saved by the quick actions of an off duty surgeon who performed an emergency trachiectomy to stop my brother choking to death as he lay in an empty hospital ward awaiting tests on the cancer tumour. I caught the train to London the next morning to visit him.
Sometimes the hairs on the back of this atheists neck stand on end when things like this happen.