Strange Coincidence Or Something Else?

In 2007 I was going through a very rough time, due to a severe anxiety disorder that I have. One day I was trying to distract myself from the obsessive worry and went online to look at wallets, as mine was falling apart. I've always loved those little inexpensive brocade wallets and billfolds with the bright colors, so I was checking some out on Ebay, and finding it an enjoyable distraction. Then the anxiety intruded full force, and I stopped browsing, thinking that it was silly of me to try to distract myself from the things that were causing panic. Anyone who suffers from chronic anxiety will be familiar with how intense it can get if you 'dare' to try to relax or enjoy something. So I walked away from the laptop and went out the door to run some errands.

The house I lived in at the time had a large flower box in front, with some plants with long green fronds. I glanced over at the flower box as I walked past it, and nestled in the fronds of one of those plants was a little red brocade coin purse. My jaw sort of dropped, because I thought at the time, 'What a strange coincidence that the little purse was probably tossed in there, maybe by a little girl in a stroller or something like that, right around the time I'd been looking at little brocade purses.' I remember that I took it out of the fronds and placed it on the flower box itself (the box faced the sidewalk), on the off chance that whoever had lost or thrown it might pass by again and retrieve it. It was gone pretty soon after that, though I can't remember how soon. I never looked inside the purse. It was so tiny and light that it was probably empty anyway. Not even big enough to hold anything other than a few coins. But it just didn't feel right to look inside it, though I have no idea why.

A few years later when I got interested in reading about signs from loved ones who have passed, I started to think about the possibility of a normal thing happening (a little girl tossing a purse into a plant) with the significance of *when* it happens maybe not being just coincidence after all. Because when I first saw that purse, even though my mind took the logical route about how it got there, something in me also felt comforted quite a bit, like 'somebody' was trying to tell me that things were okay, that it was okay to enjoy life.