Lee Davy continues his confessions series writing about the importance of keeping an open mind and using a little bit of magic to set you on your path.

I’m walking down the high street when I see Peter. We hug. We embrace. We marvel at the coincidence of bumping into each other. We had met only once while on holiday in Johannesburg. He lives in Dubai. We are standing in a crowded high street in Cardiff.

I take him to a Mexican restaurant. I order water. He orders wine. He asks me about life. I talk about poker, addiction and smoothies. He talks about the deteriorating health of his mother, helping people overcome the fear of flying, and his work as an air traffic controller.

I take a sip of water. His enchilada arrives, as do my plantain tacos. He continues to tell me how, and forgive the forgetfulness of the minutiae; he was suspended from work after confused communication resulted in two aircraft becoming too close for comfort. Apparently, the confusion occurred because the two planes in question had similar code names. One had the code name ’22’ and the other ‘222′.