How easily I have dismissed coincidence, have chosen to see it as “one of those things”: a glitch without importance.  That is, until I embarked on recounting this story which, as I sit in this darkened room, a computer screen the only light,  I realise that not only has my life been punctuated by coincidences that changed everything, but that even this story telling is in itself not a random event, but like every other coincidence that has come my way, yet another