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39 from the piano with me at all times, I seldom gave any thought to the strange encounters I’d had as a child. I always looked at tall, dark haired men with interest but I hadn’t yet met up with my fantasy man. Tall was important because I’d inherited many of my mother’s features. As a model she’d had to be tall. I was taller. I didn’t care much about such stuff and I really am uncomfortable talking about myself but my co-author insists on including a few remarks about my looks. I’d been told that I had Mother’s slim but shapely legs, her high cheek bones and her well defined chin. Some of the people at the university in Arkansas had even called me “beautiful,” but caring about personal appearance was as distant to my mind as were UFOs and alien beings at that moment. I pulled the sides of my too small cardigan together in front to ward off some of the coolness of the breeze. I wasn’t at all aware that by taking that walk, I'd embarked upon a journey. What happened that evening, the occurrence which appeared to be coincidental wasn’t coincidence after all, but rather synchronicity. A lot of unrelated events came together in that place and at that time, dovetailed, and wove themselves into the fabric of my life. Blind chance ceased to occur for me. Everything that happened to me from that moment on, everything, everyone I met from that moment on, all the people, all the happenings from that evening, each and every part of the coming events soon fit a purpose in my life. Of course, I didn’t know that then. All I knew was that I 1 wate was free, young, and open to the experiences that life was going to offer me. I had to keep myself from smiling as I hurried to the corner clutching my ugly, worn-out old high school sweater across my chest to ward off the autumn tod wind. Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator Even though I carried the fantasy of meeting the man