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Some people have ties with individuals that borderline on creepy. You may have a person who you went High School with and have ran into them at the grocery store twenty years later, completely out of the blue. Some might have a childhood friend that you have accidently bumped into on a cross-country flight. Nathan and I have had more strange intermingling, in our lives, than any other that I have ever heard of.

I was born in Woodland California (as I believe he was, as well). His wife and I both grew up in Knights Landing California (which at the time I believe that it had a population of 700 - 800 people). There was a few years of age difference that could excuse the fact we had never met each other. My family moved to Woodland when I was eight, and around that time, Nathan and my eldest cousin Ross were friends. It is also said that the Cordero and Medina families are close friends. 

Even with all of this connection between he and I, it wasn't until I had began a security job at the hospital in Woodland (in 2001) that Nathan and I began our friendship.

We both left the hospital in 2003 and kind of lost contact with each other until a couple of weeks ago, and this is where more spooky shit ensues.

Nathan basically stayed in the Sacramento area while I did my bouncing from Woodland to Phoenix, to Albuquerque, and back to Sacramento. He was also still in Sacramento while Tara and I were in Southeast Texas. But a week after Tara and I got to Upstate New York (March 10th), Nathan arrived in the same area.

Getting to the meat and potatoes of day with Nathan, we reminisced over things that we used to talk about, changes in our lives, things that have happened to each other in the past six years, and noticing that neither he nor I had changed much in the past six years.

Tara and I were shown some of his works that he had been doing, as of late, and some books his work had been published in. I also told Tara of when he had began, working in plywood, that I'd walk over to my station and there would be small shavings of white paint and plywood (on my bench and floor), and Nathan would be sitting and carving with a razor blade. It is great how some things do not change.

He gave me this piece during our visit. I was floored. Too awesome.

To find more of his work, just Google Nathan Cordero (I promise you that there are plenty of his works to view).