The Strange Coincidences Archive

Two days ago i was putting some milk back in the refrigerator that somebody left out over night. Right before i let go of the gallon i heard a commercial on tv saying “is it safe to drink milk past the expiration date?” i just laughed

My parents died in a car accident on May 11, 1979.
My boyfriend’s mom passed away exactly 20 years later.

I finally got to meet my first client’s wife twenty years after I first met my client, and we found out that she and my boyfriend share the exact birthdays, just like Billy Joel: May 9, 1949.

This past weekend, I had double booked a room at 2 different hotels. To my surprise, the rooms assigned to me were the same number 926. What does this mean? Does this mean that my Mr. Right is someone born on September 26?

i was on my way to the milkbar
walking down the road,
when i got to the milkbar i realised that i had lost my 50 dollar note.
i left and as i was walking i found five 10 dollar notes.\

nice

My elderly parents had been married for more than sixty years and died only several months apart. My mother’s funeral was first and I was chosen to select three pieces of music to be sung at the funeral service. My first choice was “Wind beneath my Wings”, to commemorate what Mom had meant to me and my siblings. After her passing, my father remained in hospital and I purchased a small head set and tape player so he could enjoy music without disturbing his room mates. My brother brought in a couple of music tapes he had found in my parent’s suite. When my father too, passed away several months later, I again was asked to select three pieces of music to be sung at my father’s service. My first selection was easy. “Unforgettable” with Nat and Natalie Cole. At a loss for the other two songs, I decided to see what my father had been listening to. Playing Dad’s tapes, I found they were old Bing Crosby songs, which was wonderful because in his younger years, my Dad himself had a great singing voice, sounding much like Bing Crosby and often sang to us kids, and at functions like his company Christmas party. When I came to “Pennies from Heaven”, on that tape, I knew it had to be sung at the funeral, as I fondly recalled my father crooning it to me when I was a young child in the 1940’s.
Strange coincidences: About a month after my father’s funeral I returned to the cemetary for my first return visit to my two parents’s gravesites. When I returned to the parking lot, and turned on my vehicle ignition, the first note of “Wind beneath my Wings” immediately came out of the radio. The very song I had chosen as a tribute to my mother. Immediately when that song finished, “Unforgettable” began to play. The very tribute I had first chosen as a tribute to my father. It was uncanny, to be sitting in the cemetary parking lot, listening to these two songs, both of which were not often heard on the radio anymore as they were past their peak of popularity for radio play. But, that was not the only odd thing which occurred. The other was that I suddenly starting finding pennies. One or two here and there and sometimes piles of them. I was picking up pennies off the ground, off the road, in the grass, off window ledges. Just everywhere. Sometimes these pennies were in singles or pairs, but very often they were in piles of up to twenty or thirty. I found not one nickle one dime or any other form of currency, but everywhere I went there were pennies. It was so over the top, that not only did I find pennies on top of my desk at work, and at least two occasions when I went to different offices to speak with co-workers they would suddenly say “hey where did all these pennies come from” and looking down, sure enough there would be a pile of pennies,,, perhaps up to ten sitting on their desks. They would then look at me with suspicion thinking I had put them there. Apart from my initial shock at all the pennies, I quickly got so I would just smile, get a warm feeling and say, “hi to you too Dad” each time I picked one up. After about a year, my husband walked into the house one day, carrying an obviously heavy brown paper grocery sack. I said “what’s that?” to which he replied “pennies”. He had found it almost filled to the brim, in the shed off our carport. Neither of us had ever seen it before and had no idea of where it could have come from. We wondered if this big extravance of pennies might be Dad’s final goodbye and it seems that it was. I have since that year, for sure found an odd few pennies,, perhaps an odd dime, nickel or quarter, but nothing like that year that “rained the pennies from heaven” .

Me and some friends are standing around talking in their yard and guy hits a baseball out of a backyard 5 houses down from us and it goes directly into my friend’s pocket.

This happened awhile ago.

I had started getting infactuated with a friend of mine, but I kept it to myself and secretly gave him 8 days to make a move, y’know like ask my number or tell me something, because we had started getting closer if you could say.
So then came the day, and we were just sitting down when he passed me a piece of paper telling me about how he felt, and also asking for my number on the way.
I was seriously shocked for that moment, thinking about my secret prediction and all. Of course I was lost for words from flattery and stuff but whoa.
I’m still great friends with him till this day.

my mom has always been a believer in the goddess of mercy, kuan yin. so we have this book at home, filled with pages filled with different messages and images of the goddess herself, with encouraging notes to make our day better.
so the thing is, everytime you have a problem or a question,you just have to flip the book to a random page or pick a random number and turn to that page.
i always open the book to a random page, and everytime i think of the same question that ive always had, the book never fails to open to the exact same two pages (the book somehow shoes two pages at once, you know when you flip open a book, some pages stick together to show two pages at a time?) every single time.

this never fails to amaze me, and brighten up my day as every problem i ask is answered at once.
this may just be a coincidence or the work of the wonderful goddess herself.

Well im into the whole number thing. And ever since like a year and a half ago.. i’ve been in love with this girl named Mercedes. And i always remember my aunt putting “143” in all of her cards and letters. So in any case. I loved this girl named mercedes. And the 143 meands I-1 Love-4 You-3. So 148 meant I love mercedes. So “8” was kinda my number and i happened to see it everywhere. And her name Mercedes-8 Lynn-4 (half of 8) Michelle-8 Charlton-8.

One time I went on a ski trip with my church. And it was a pretty big ski resort. Anyways, we got in the place where they pick out a pair of skis that would suit us, and then we could go on the hills. Well I looked around and their were like over 5,000 pairs of skis or something like that. So the guy grabbed me some skis. And he put them on and i looked down at my skis and apparently the skis were numbered and just so happens that my skis were the 148th skis!! I looked at my cousin and she saw it and she about dropped. because she knows how much I see that number everywhere. And i even had the whole thing 148!!!!

I WAS ON THE INTERNET AT WORK READING ABOUT AN OLD NEGRO CEMETERY HERE IN NEW ORLEANS NAMED “HOLT” CEMETERY, WHEN THE PHONE RANG AND I LOOKED AT THE CALLER ID, IT WAS A PERSON NAME SUSAN HOLT. STRANGE HUH/