the universal principle or ultimate agency by which the orderof things is presumably prescribed; the decreed cause ofevents; time:
About four o'clock this morning as I lay in bed as I was arousing from my deep nighttime sleep I got to thinking of how much the course of my life has taken by chance circumstance.
I am not a religious person. Even though I was raised as a Christian in the Baptist faith, I was quickly dissuaded from that belief when I was about ten years old. That was when I realized that the formal church had damned me for eternity because I was homosexual. I knew something was wrong because that was the way I was born. Thus, at only ten years old I lost faith in "man made religion".
However, I do believe in Fate. Some may call Fate a Guardian Angel. I do believe that my life has been Guided. By whom or why, I don't know exactly why. Maybe I'll find that out when I die. I doubt it though. I think when you die you enter a giant Nothingness. The only thing that makes halfway sense to me is reincarnation but that's another whole blog posting. In fact, that subject is a book.
What I think of is how drastically different my life would have been if not for some chance happenstance.
I'll give you an example. My life was pretty routine for the oldest of three sons of a truck driver father and office cleaning mother during the Fifties. We were poor but so were many of my peers. My life and circumstance wasn't a whole lot different from most of my classmates except that I was homosexual (even if I didn't know what that meant at that time). However this blog posting isn't about my homosexuality. It is about how my life took a life altering turn down a road due to what seems now like an accident of time.
After I graduated from high school I decided to join the Navy. At that time I knew I didn't want to get drafted into the Army because I didn't want to shoot anybody or get shot at. Also, I wanted some control over my fate. And, I liked the Navy uniforms. Such is the thinking of a 17 year old straight (well I wasn't "straight" but I lied) out of high school.
A few days after graduation in June of 1959 I make the trip to the Post Office in Coatesville, Pennsylvania and go down to the basement where all the service recruiters each had a desk. I was asked who I wanted to see. Without hesitation I said "Navy."
There were four desks in the basement room. One for each branch of the service:
|Private Ronald W. Tipton 1960|