What are the chances?

This saying seems fitting to capture what happened this past week in more or less the following order:

I lost something of great sentimental value and then found it (because it was never lost in the first place).  I spoke to a leading futurist on well, about the future.  A complete stranger befriended me and unabashedly recommended Sandler’s Rules.  Jalapeño juice squirted directly in my right eye causing a fair amount of discomfort.  An 18-year phenomenon in the Supermoon looked down over London.  And the UN declared war on Libya.

Scientists and Statisticians alike may be able to map out and explain the week’s events as a systematic series of plausible events or a ratio of possible combination of things happening versus what actually did occur. Simply for my own sanity, I am willing to entertain and champion any explanation.  In life as in business it is certain that things happen, it’s just not evident what, when, and how they will.   Perhaps this is the beauty of it all…

*The original image for this post which was taken during this bizarre week has since vanished a la cake on the window sill. I swear it was a photo of a Storm Trooper riding on the Underground.