Once Upon a Buddhist Temple

While on an adventure in Nanjing, China, I went awandering with a group of students to a nearby Buddhist Temple.  It was magnificent.  The monk tower was 20 stories high, the prayer rooms were lined with golden statues, and everything was gleaming and glorious.  We were given two sticks of incense.  We lit them in a small iron gazebo lined with black candelabras.  The thick, white candles dripped wax everywhere; down the handles, on the floor, on our shoes, and, for a few of my more unfortunate classmates, in their hair.  We lit our incense as best we could (it's surprisingly tricky) and carried them to an ash trough where we were to mount them, say a prayer, and let them burn. I was reluctant to pray to a god I don't believe in, so I made a wish instead. I wished for good fortune.

That moment passed quickly and I turned to join my group. They were scrambling around picking up coins and throwing them into a tall vase with a large gold orb at the top that was pierced with holes throughout. I picked up a small, extra shiny coin and tossed it up toward the orb.  To my surprise, it went through one hole and out another, flawlessly.  To my even greater surprise, some of the Chinese onlookers began to cheer. I was later informed that if your coin goes through the orb, you have good fortune for life.  


I laughed it off.   Murphy's Law has been hard at work in my life for as long as I can remember.  However, since Crystal's Adventures in China, Murphy seems to have departed; a phantom of my past.  Coincidence can only explain so many things.  Like loosing a favorite earing at a nightclub in Shanghai and having it returned by an acquaintance in Tucson.  Or getting a 4.0 during an impossible semester abroad, having forgotten to turn in a final project worth 40% of the grade.  A handful of similar, unbelievable things have happened since I left that Buddhist temple in August.

I'm not superstitious. However, in the words of Michael Scott, I am "a little-stitious." Just when everything in my life was beginning to seem hopeless, I was offered a job, my dream job, at a PR agency based in NYC.  I've been known to build things up in my head, setting unreasonable expectations in situations such as this.  I have a feeling, though, that this company is the real deal. I am beginning a career with some of the best talent out there, learning from them and doing exactly what I want to do. My little-stition makes me wonder if all the little pieces that seem to be coming together perfectly are a product of a frivolous coin-toss.