The Strange Coincidences Archive

I have two things that just drive me crazy.
The first one is: For years I have been finding dimes everywhere I go.
The second thing is: The number 329 is constantly in my face. everytime the clock turns that time i just hapen to look at it. several things have happened to me on that date. what does this mean?

I lived with my family in The Netherlands my entire life. My mum grew up in a small village in The Netherlands with less than a 600 people, and everyone knew everyone. Grandmother would tell stories of her youth, and how she used to be mischievous with the children of the neighbours who were around her age. Id always wondered what grandma and her friends had been like, and what had happened to them now.

5 years a go my dad decided that he wanted to move to Australia, because of better job opportunities.

My mum and I were sad for a while thinking we lost part of ourselves because we had to leave our homecountry. Australia is extremly far away from The Netherlands, thus it was very hard. My mum especially missed my grandmother, who was still living in the tiny village.

Because we missed our heritage so much, we searched for people with a similar background. One night at a “Dutch” party, we met a man named “Rinus”. This man was very cheeky and mischievous. It turned out to be my grandmother’s old neighbour from her youth, who she had been cheeky with so many years. I still cannot stomache that coincidence to this day.

I was listening to “Don’t wanna miss a thing” by Aerosmith before bed one night. Then I decided to turn my cd player off in the middle of the song since I wanted to get some sleep. But, for some strange reason I had this sudden urge to turn my radio on. When I turned it on, the same song was playing right where I had left off when I turned my cd player off.

My father passed away in 1993. He collected a lot of news clippings about all sorts of things. He had them in a cardboard box and I brought them to my house to store away. When I was going through the basement one day I looked at the box, curious to again see what was inside the box I picked up a few clippings. One was approximately 4 X 6 in size with a writen story about something that took place in 1967. No big coincidence, BUT…on the reverse side was a wedding anouncement and a picture. The announcement was neatly and fully cut out as if THAT was the reason for removing it from the paper. The picture of the bride was the sister of a very close friend of my wife and I that we did not meet until 1980! We had met the sister at our freind’s home several times before finding the photo so when I read the brides maiden name I made the connection. I KNOW my father never knew the bride or her family back in ‘67.

In approximately 1990, I had been divorced for 4 years and my girlfriend, always eager to help find me a man, found one named Gord who she says is a fireman and thinks he’d be a good match for me. My friend invited me and another single woman to meet Gord and Mike, another fireman. I met Gord alright, he was rude, full of himself and very obviously not interested in me. His only comment to me was “so you gotta kid” at which point he turned his head – with distain – and didn’t actually look at me. Needless to say I wasn’t enamoured with Gord – plus he was bald as a billiard ball and had a fake tan.

A month or so later, I was at a night club with a different girlfriend and who did we meet but Gord. I said hi when I ran into him, literaly, as I left the ladies room. He didn’t remember me at all. He did though find me later seated with my girlfriend, who he made a point of asking to dance. He later came to our table with a rose for my friend and a carnation for me. He asked my friend out and she took his name and number. Needless to say she did not call him. (The only thing Gord hasn’t done yet is spit in my face, can the man be more rude?)

I’ve lost track of the time line, but let’s say a year later, I placed a singles ad in the newspaper – this is before online singles were happening – and who do you suppose responds to my singles ad in a letter, but Gord. Using a reverse telephone directory I found his mailing address and wrote on his letter – which, by the way, was a diatribe of me, me, me, me, and I, I, I – so I wrote on his letter and mailed it back to him – without identifying myself – and I said “If you ever decide to place a singles ad of your own, use the code word “Neanderthal” and I’ll know not to respond.” I think that was pretty funny.

In the late 90’s, another girlfriend tells me of yet another girlfriend whose boyfriend is a police officer and he has a single firefighter friend – I laughed and said “Is his name Gord”. She didn’t know but said he was a twin. When she got back to me, sure enough, it was Gord. This man is like the worst heartburn ever, he just keeps on coming back!

Be damned if I’m not at another girlfriend’s house having a hen party with none of my previously involved girlfriends in attendance and one of the ladies I hadn’t met was telling about her husband, the nicest man ever, and he’s got a twin brother who is the most nasty piece of “full of himself” trash this side of the Rockies….then she says he’s a firefighter, I joked “is his name Gord?” Yes, be damned if it isn’t Gord again.

Within the last 5 years, girlfriend number one, who intro’d me to Gord in the first place, tells me that since I met him, Gord got promoted, was so full of himself as a supervisor that he alienated all of his firefighter friends, almost lost his job and had to beg to stay on the force when he was demoted.

Thank goodness I haven’t had Gord come back again into my path, for a while there, I thought the fates hated me and were going to keep throwing this piece of work for me to trip over time and time again. What’s changed? Gord acquired a “kid” along the way and is a single dad and he’s now got hair plugs.

The fates, after all, don’t hate me….they gave me a story to tell. Is it coincidence that this man keeps coming up – like heartburn, like fungus, like rising damp…..

#1, A family member, Tim. is known for his quick wittedness and comedic ways. Tim made a call to inquire about a product and the sales pitch was strong. Tim wasn’t interested, but when the sales person asked for his home phone number Tim recited an old telephone number his family had when he was a child. There was silence on the other end and the sales person says “Is this some kind of xxxxxx joke? That’s my home phone number…” Tim hung up.

#2, I went to the drug store I always go to, and was lined up to pick up a prescription. The pharmacist called Ann and the woman beside me and I both stepped forward. We looked at each other and laughed. The pharmacist said “birthdate June 25th?” We both stepped forward again and looked at each other and at the pharmacist. This is freaky. The pharmacist says surname “Brown” and the woman stepped forward and picked up her prescription.

My two kids and I were supposed to take a plane today, dec. 9 at 8 in the morning. I’ve never been nervous about flying, but I was very anxious about this whole trip. I asked for a sign… It came in the form of gastroenteritis: my two kids began to vomit and ran a fever between 9 and 12 pm yesterday. We took them to the hospital where we were told they would probably be sick for the next 48 hours. As I walked the children’s hospital corridors a deep feeling of gratitude invaded me. Then I went to sit with my family at the waiting room. A new film was starting on the tv they had there. The title? “Looking for Miracles”.

I’m andrew wright, i’m on my mother’s computer so i don’t know what kind of goofy screen name this might come off posted as. Anyways i’m 19 and physically and mentally healthy. I’m not a genius when it comes to writing, spelling and stuff. so just bare with me. I have got these so-called coincedences my whole life. I’m not delusional I’m not paranoid or anything of the kind. I have had a number of people witness these very unlikely coincedences. The funny thing is that extremley rare coincedences happen to me constantly through out the day, I don’t go looking for coincedences, they find me. From radio stations repeating the “off the wall” subject or phrase or even the same sentence that i would have said a few seconds earlier,to me talking about someone dying and that person die a day later. I really can’t explain this stuff. But I know it isn’t some kind of supernatural psychic phenominon. Everything that can be explained by science was one time or another considered “magic”. so when you get an amazing unbelievable coincedence don’t freak out, don’t think it’s a sign from a supernatural force. Don’t be ignorant. I’m just a human being I really can’t say what it is, maybe humans are evolving some way I don’t know. Maybe coincidences don’t really exist maybe everything is planned before you live it. ha ha. I can argue both ways on alot of related subjects, but the important thing is don’t jump to conclusions, the human mind (at least now) is uncapable to phathom the true motivation and meaning behind these so-called coincidences. If anyone has any questions about anything E-mail me it’s always good to hear from someone who can understand or at least be able to notice these coincidences. P.S. believe it or not me stubbling upon this certain web page is a coincidence by itself. I have no reason to lie. I’m not going to go into details.

Dec. 9–05 Andrew Wright, 19
U.S.A

In 1978, my parents bought a house in Connecticut. I was 3 years old at the time. The sellers were moving to Florida for work reasons.

This past Sunday (Dec. 4, 2005) my own CT home which has been for sale was sold to a nice couple moving up from Florida.

It turns out that the woman buying my house is the daughter of the couple my parent’s bought their house from in 1978!

My family emmigrated to Canada from Swansea Wales in 1967, when I was 9 years old. In 2000, I returned for my fourth visit to Swansea to see family and old friends.

I was standing at a bus stop on a main road, close to where my relatives lived, but not near my old residence. A woman, about my mom’s age, came down a set of steps close to the bus stop and asked if a certain bus had gone by and I said it had just left.

I asked her if the bus I was waiting for went down a road close to where my old residence was as I was going to visit our old neighbours. The woman said the bus no longer went that route and then explained the route it did travel. She asked where I was going and I said Glenside Road in Portmead, that she said she used to live on a road just off Glenside, called Oakview and moved away years ago. She asked who I was going to visit and I said the folks’ surname. She said she knew them. I said maybe you knew my parents and I gave her our surname, her eyes opened wide and she said “I’m Rena”. I looked at her and said “Georgina” and we both laughed. This is a woman I had not seen for 33 years and who babysit us kids twice – and whose dog bit me. Rena was a friend of my Mom’s and had two daughters one whose name was Georgina and the other’s name I did not know. We laughed and I snapped her picture and then my bus came – we had just long enough to have that brief interchange and I left. I continue to shake my head about “what is the chance this can happen?” I’m thousands of miles from home, at a bus stop in a city I visited 4 times in 33 years and a woman comes to my bus stop, not planning to take the same bus as I was, we talk and get to the point where we discover we knew each other back when…and in a city of 220,000 people. What the purpose of that meeting was I do not know – no further contact was made by either of us and I did manage to bring the photo home and show it to my parents. My mom did not recognize Rena from the photo but when I told her about our meeting, we all laughed. Strange but true, “eh?” (I’m a Canadian now).