A teacher kept this drawing for me because he thought it would have meaning to me later in life.

This is one of those special stories that deserves to be shared.

Half a year ago, I was looking for a drawing I once made at school. I had heard that it had hung in front of the art classroom for a long time, so I wondered if it might still have been kept somewhere. Unfortunately, I was told that the drawing was no longer there. All drawings that aren’t picked up at the end of the school year are thrown away.

I let it go.

A few months later, I received an email from a former teacher. To my great surprise, he had kept my drawing because he believed that at some point in my life it could become meaningful to me. And if that moment ever came, he wanted to give the drawing back to me.

I cried tears of joy!

Later, I found out that the two events — me searching for the drawing and him thinking of the drawing again — were not connected.
Can you believe it?
Talking about synchronicity…
The two moments were separate.
And yet, they found each other.

The theme of the drawing was the event. It was about the escape I made as a baby together with my parents when the war broke out in former Yugoslavia. A tense moment in which a soldier asked for documents — documents that could mean life or death. By embracing the unknown, trusting, and taking the risk, our journey continued to the Netherlands.

And that this very event brings me back here now, as I share this story with you.

To this day, I am deeply grateful for these precious events. 🤍