It usually happens for a reason

If it is meant to be it will happen one way or another. For a short time in my life I lived in Maine. It was totally different surroundings than I was used to. As I tried to get comfortable sleeping at night in our new home, the noises would start. Every night for a week I would be tortured by the sound of a child screaming. We lived in town houses and the sound echoed making it impossible to tell which direction it was coming from. There was a small forest area that lead to the park behind us. I often wandered was it coming from that direction. It made getting comfortable there with my three small children impossible. Still trying to get situated with our new lives I invited a couple we met over to play cards. Just as we got started the screams from the same child I had heard that had tortured me was wailing right outside my door. This was the first time it had happened in the daytime. Without thinking or saying a word I instantly bolted out the back door to find that child at last. There he was living right next door to me. He was screaming just like he had every night since I moved in there. His mother saw me come out the back door and stare their direction. She quickly apologized that her son was screaming so loudly. I went to her at the fence and told her how happy I was that he was throwing that fit because knowing those screams are not from someone torturing a child was the best welcome present she could have gave me. Instantly the bond between me and my new neighbor was formed. That was nearly 27 years ago. That week of torture was necessary to give us both a friendship that we would need throughout our lifetime. You never know where things will lead you nor why there wasn't a simpler way to get there.