Vladislav Vorobev

The day coincidences stopped

I found out about the training entirely by chance from my best friend, who is now roughly 11,000 kilometers from Odesa. A VKontakte message arrived at 1:30 a.m. on September 24. At first, I thought I had already missed it; a second later, I realized it was in 17 hours. I had plenty planned for the evening, the gym and a meeting in a café, but both fell through.

The hotel was comfortable, the venue was great, and the organization of this little celebration for the mind was pleasing, too. I must mention Igor [Graf]'s skill in delivering quality information. Real food for thought.

Thinking more broadly and looking for unconventional solutions

One of the most important parts of the training for me was being encouraged to think more broadly and solve problems in unconventional ways, things nobody mentions but nobody forbids either. We were asked for constructive criticism: the room was sometimes cold and sometimes hot. If anyone finds a way to solve that for everyone, you know what I mean.

An unexpected prize

As it happens, I had never won any game involving probability. I was used to a simple thing: you work, you get a result. When a three-day Power ON course was being raffled and we had to write our name and phone number on a slip, my first thought was not to bother: pointless. My second, once the slip was already in the box, was that I should have crumpled it somehow to make it stand out.

And my third: while Igor stretched out an agonizing minute's pause with the slip in his hand, literally a second before I heard my name, I knew who it would be. Do not ask. At first I was not surprised; then logic took over from something else.

Over the past six months, things I had considered unshakable for years had changed radically. Please understand: I could pay for this training five times in a row without seriously affecting my budget. For me, the event was a sign.

Words I had wanted to hear for years

Later, I worked diligently on the homework of retelling what had happened, until half past three in the morning. Even without that assignment, I would still have called, we would have met, I would have told the story and been heard.

Then, around 3:15 a.m. in Victory Park, near the real white swans that eat rather than sleep at night, someone hugged me and said what I had wanted to hear for years, just like that: “I believe in you. You will succeed.” Thank you, Olya.

For me, this was the day coincidences stopped. I saw a clear chain of patterns and became truly interested in where they led.

Overlapping sections of one author's post from four screenshots have been combined editorially. His interpretation of coincidences is presented as a personal opinion, rather than an objective mechanism for achieving results.