The Strange Coincidences Archive

I was talking with my friend Cindy on the phone a couple of weeks ago and I told her about my secret fantasy of getting a tazer (for protection, as I had been attacked and raped previously). And in my fantasy, if anyone ever tried to hurt me again, I would just taze them and knock them out, etc. She started shreiking. Apparently, she was flipping throught the TV channels while we were talking and there was a news story about the newest form of home parties for women that are supposed to be bigger than tupperware parties, or candle parties. The subject: Tazer parties. My TV was off and I had no previous knowledge of the subject of the newscast. Stuff like this happens all the time to me – I have lost track.

i was reading a book one day and in the book there was a boyfriend and a girlfriend singing “Stairway to Heaven” to each other and then realized that the very same song was playing on the radio.

When I was 17 I applied for a job a a cook on a country sheep station in Western Victoria (Australia). Coming home from the interview I ran into a girl I hadn’t seen since grade 6 at primary school. We chatted and I told her about the job I’d just been given, mentioned where it was and the name of the people I was going to work for. Incredibly as it turned out, her sister was the former cook I was replacing.

But, it gets even weirder. When I arrived at the sheep station I was introduced to the housekeeper whose surname was Smith. We got talking and she told me that she came from Kalgoorlie in Western Australia, which is also where my mother came from. I mentioned this to my mother next time I wrote to her and in her reply she said that there were lots of Smiths in Kal, but the only one she knew there was a chap called “Gunboat Smith”. Yes, as it turned out, the housekeeper was indeed Gunboat Smith’s daughter.

A few days later I met the gardener and he asked me where I’d worked previously. When I told him the name of the place, he looked rather surprised and said “Then your boss would have been Sir George Holland, that’s where he worked. I used to be his gardener”. After chatting for a few more minutes he mentioned that he used to live at East Ringwood which was a well populated outer Melbourne suburb at the time. I then mentioned that a very good friend of mine lived there and when I mentioned her name, he gave me a very strange look and said “Her father’s name is George isn’t it? He’s one of my best friends!”

How coincidental is all that? Here I was on a sheep station seven miles from a town I’d never heard of before, two hundred miles from home, meeting people I’d never met before and I had replaced an old school friend’s sister; found out that my mother knew the housekeeper’s father (who lived 2000 miles away)and the gardener had worked for my old boss and knew the father of a friend of mine..and Australia is definitely not a small country.

A cousin whom I was out of touch with and whom I hadn’t seen in years though we both live in the same town was not even in my thoughts as I flew to the United States from Europe.
Upon reaching New York I decided to take a day trip to see the United Nations building. As I left my hotel on foot , I looked for a short cut to the U.N. Finding a little street which looked like it might save me some walking , I turned into it.
Walking along the side walk lost in thought while looking at the pavement , I sudedenly collided with someone almost knocking him down.
It was the cousin !

Ok, so i was in the car, with the radio on. The radio was playing the lunchtime kickoff of Birmingham Vs Arsenal. I was in the back seat reading a book on world football. I turned the page and noticed that the heading was for footballing injuries. I looked at the picture and it showed David Buust’s broken leg against Man United in which i then felt sick. Then, a second later, on the radio, Eduardo Da Silva BROKE HIS LEG for Arsenal.

Second coincidence regarding Marion, Iowa, this time in 1985. I had just rented a house early June of that year with my future husband and his children. I had signed a lease as his spouse, as the owner preferred renting to married couples as opposed to unrelated individuals. Less than one month later I was involved in a motor vehicle accident with the property owner’s teenage son two blocks from the house. A police report was filled out, hence the owner found out about the accident and my real name, and the fact I was not “Mrs” ****. What are the odds of that? 150,000 plus people to be involved in a MVA with, and we collide.

About ten years ago my husband and I were working at a nuclear plant in Brownville, NE. Originally our family was from a town 300 miles or so away in Marion, Iowa. We both befriended a man who worked at the plant as well. However, he rented an apartment for the work week and returned home to Marion, Iowa on the weekends to be with his wife and children. After discussing town, street and address, this gentleman’s residence was NEXT DOOR to our daughter and her family.

I was on this site yesterday killing some time and out of nowhere, my mom called me ONLY to tell me that she had discovered ANOTHER coincidence between my relationship with my boyfriend and her old friends which we discovered just a few weeks ago. The original coincidence was that my boyfriend’s brother’s wife’s sister was married to friends of my mother and father. They discovered this at a party. That’s not such a huge coincidence, but she had called me, while I was on this page, to tell me that the wife’s sister owns the daycare directly next door to my church, and my cousin’s baby goes there! This is remarkable, because my family, and my boyfriend’s family live at least 30 miles apart.

A couple weeks (maybe even months)after my boyfriend and I went on ourfirst date (8 Oct 06) he asked me “What was the date of first date?” And I didn’t know off hand, but I new it was the second Sunday in October, so I went back on the calendar and saw it had been the 8th. He got a really thoughtful look on his face and said “Are you sure?” And I said Yes, why? Turns out, 8 Oct was the birthdate of his late wife… she died several years befor ehe and I met…

Last month my sister and I needed to have our prom dresses tailored for the end of this May. We decided to go have it done at a really small “House of Tailoring” downtown from an Asian woman that was good friends with my mom.
A week or so after I dropped off my dress, my brother came and told me that he went to get a uniform tailored, and it just so happens that he saw the little place and got it tailored there without knowledge of the place even existing beforehand