As I enter the bustling Metro of New York City, I buy a cheeseburger with some sweet onions as I wait for my train to Boston. As I scroll on my phone waiting for the train, I think to myself about where my key to my family’s columbarium niche went. I realize that it could be with anybody from my vast family, consisting of around 500 family members. I sigh with frustration, as this trip was specially planned to clean the columbarium. The whistle blows, so I get onto the train.

In the booth, I search on Google for the most likely locations of the key, but it tells me that the search area is too wide. Just as I am about to give up, a man around 39 years old enters the booth and asks, “Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full.”

I agree. As we sit in silence for a few minutes, he decides to break the ice. He pulls out a strange, but familiar key from his pocket and asks me if I know what this key unlocks. I first say I don’t know, but, as the train hits the halfway point, I suddenly realize it was the key to the columbarium.

“Oh my goodness! It’s the key to my family’s columbarium!” I almost shout as I say it.

“That’s so cool!” He responds. I ask him for his name, and he says it’s Angelo Russell. I shake his hand furiously.

“WOW, are we family members?” I ask. “My last name is also Russell!” I ask him some questions to confirm, like who was the first member of the family and how many family members he has, and he confirms all of them.

“Oh my goodness, so you really are part of the family!” I say, putting my hands on top of my head.

“I wonder if you have some of my possessions, since I had one of yours,” Angelo says to me. He looks at me, thinking deeply.

“Hmmm. Speak up,” I tell him.

“I wonder if you have a ring of some sort that once belonged to my mother and her grandmother, and so on.” He informs me, his words sounding very serious.

“Well, I do have a ring that I found from one of our big family gatherings,” I say.

“That’s interesting, because I lost it at a gathering,” Angelo tells me.

I bring the diamond ring with sapphire around it out. He inspects the ring and tells me that it is a ring from his grandmother’s side. As we embrace each other for our findings, the conductor’s voice sounds from the speakers.

“We are arriving at Boston Station. The time right now is 11:28 AM. The temperature is around 65ºF.”

“Well, I guess we were meant to meet on this train ride.” I pat him on the back.

“I was wondering if you would like to have brunch with me,” Angelo says as we get off the train.