There are many mysteries in my life br for which an answer for I do not possess. br br Why after an almost a lifetime br of wishing I had a brother br only to find did when it was too late br to really get to know him? br br Why after fulfilling a wish of a late friend br would the acknowledgement br that I yearned for br start to really, begin? br br Why when I never wanted to drive br did I get involve in an accident br as a passenger and changed my mind? br br Why after yearning to capture my past br and talk to some old school friends br did I find a stranger I barely knew, br but whom when we met recognised one another instantly br and hugged one another intensely br never wanting to let go br and when it came to part again, we felt like family. br br I always have more questions br than answers to possess. br Why with the passing of each day br more mysteries come my way? br There is no logical reason br for all the mysteries in my life, br they just happen to surprise me br one every corner that I turn. br I hold no sorrow for them happening br only happiness and joy. br A Gypsy once told me br I was born under a lucky star. br It is possible she was right. br Lucky in my friends br and my extended families br that stretch around the world. br I think no man can call himself br luckier than that.