The Strange Coincidences Archive

I had been experiencing meeting certain people I know at
unusual times and occasions. I called the chairman of the statistics department
of the University of Missouri a few years ago to ask what is the probability of
a particular chance encounter of mine. He asked me, “You say you are from
Sikeston (Missouri, USA)? I met a man from Sikeston on a bus in New Zealand
during my trip there last week.” I said, “Goodbye.”

I went for a job at the local post office in Norwich (a
middle-size city in Eastern England) where at the interview stage I met this
girl called Louisa. I got talking to her and it turned out she came from a small
town called Dunstable which was near where I went to university (Luton). When I
told her when and what I had studied she reeled off a list of 2/3 people she knew
at Luton University, one of whom was my ex-girlfriend, Karen. I was astonished but the
UK is pretty small really! So after we had our interviews I offered to walk her
home and asked her where she lived. It was the exact house that one of my other
ex-girlfriends, Sophie, lived in a year before! I returned home a bit freaked.
I didn’t see her again until about three months later when she turned up to
start work (not the post office) in not only the same office but the same team
as mine!

My coincidences are small things but they usually involve
the phone. Quite often I will call someone and they will say “That is soo weird
I was just about to call you”. This happens all the time. It’s the same with lots
of different communication. I had a work party in September 2000 and happened to
hook up with this bloke I really fancied. Anyways, we had a a great night. The
next day at work we avoided eye contact, didnt speak, spent all day avoiding
each other basically, then after lunch I decided that I would email him. At the
exact moment I sent that email, he emailed me. The times were exactly the same,
and we both said “How are you today?!” Weird or what? I took that as a sign
that we were meant to be. We are still good friends now. I also send texts, for
example asking my mum how her weekend was, at exact time my mum texts me with
what shes been up to!

I would really like to think that God is the puppeteer, pulling our strings, and
mapping our futures for us. Though this raises heart rending questions when bad
things happen to the ones we love, I do hope and pray that there really is a
reason for everything.

We just started a new unit in Languge Arts called “Mystery
and Wonder”. Our teacher told us a story about her grandmother and a grandfather
clock. Her nan used to own a mini grandfather clock, about the size of an alarm
clock. The alarm when you set it for sang “What a Beautiful Morning”. When her
nan died my teacher took the clock. Every night she would set it, but it would
never work. A few months later on her birthday she woke up to the tune of “What
a Beautiful Morning”. It never worked after that either! Believe it…..or not!

I am a 41 year old who has lived near Woodlands all of my
life, but had never seen an owl up close until recently. Three days before my
family and I were to depart for Aruba I was walking our dog (who is dying of
cancer) on the sidewalk in front of my house. Two great horned owls swooped
down near my head and landed in a tree a few feet away from me, where they
hooted until I went in the house. I am not afraid of owls, but I was disturbed
by how close they were to me. Two nights later I had to drive to a friend of my
daughter’s to drop off homework, because we were leaving the next day. As I
walked up to the door, I saw a small owl sitting on her cement porch directly in
front of the door. It just watched me until I got within touching distance of
it, then it flew into the tree near my head. We made it to Aruba the next night,
and on the second night there I was sitting in a plastic chair outside of my
room which was on the beach. A burrowing owl flew over to my chair and landed beside me in the sand. It wasn’t afraid of me (I even took pictures of it), and it would fly away when my husband would go near
it, and fly back near me when he went in the room. I live near a wooded park
and am familiar with the way animals act in the wild. None of these owls were
afraid of me. Maybe It’s mating season, and they are acting unusual, but it
still is coincidental to see four owls in five days.

I believe that sometimes the answers we ask and are hunting
for the answers to, are right in front of us!! They are bordering on
sycnchronicity Coincidence, with a College Education! Case in Point: I
wasn’t raised by my real parents. I was in a foster house along with my brother
and 2 sisters! I often wondered about my real parents. Where they lived, how
they were, etc. Sometimes I wonder about my brother and sisters, today. Well, in
Junior High School..the Vice Principal’s last name was..Mr. Clements. My parents
lived on Clements Street! My sister’s first name is Marie. I met a beautiful
woman from Minnesota, who’s middle name is Marie! My sister Marie used to live on
Minnesota Avenue! I worked offshore, and I liked to read Detective
Magazines…when all the work was DONE, of course, it turned out, my brother
became a Homicide Detective! In 1979, I had a freak accident that required I
have surgery on my right foot. I had it done in a Tampa, Florida Hospital. It turned out my other sister is a registered nurse at that SAME
HOSPITAL! Once, years after my father passed away, I wondered about my mother.
I talked about her to friends of mine. We ate at this cafeteria, and we would
have time to chat a spell. I would think about the past, and long for something
better to have happened when I was younger. But…you CAN‘T change the Past!!
Only change the future. Unlike the re-make of “The Time Machine” (2002).
But…I would wonder where my mother was…what SHE was doing. “Where IS she
now?”, I would wonder. I DIDN‘T know it THEN, but she was in Cleveland,Ohio.
The name of the street the cafeteria is on? CLEVELAND Avenue!

A week ago, I moved from a very small town called Moscow in the state of Idaho (US, not Russia) to a relatively larger town in Illinois. Just yesterday, I happened to bump into someone who happened to come from the same city I grew up in (half way around the world in another country). Considering it was a large city, this was not so surprising. His name is Naeem.

So we got to talking, and he asked me where I just came from. I told him I had just finished my undergraduate degree at the University of Idaho. He said, “Moscow, Idaho?” OK. This was weird – not many people would know where the university is located.

“Yeah, you know anyone there?” I asked.

“Yes, I used to know some people who studied there,” he replied.

“Who?” I asked.

“The Nawaz family,” he replied. That happens to be my family (both my brothers also studied at that university). Weirder by the minute. I didn’t reveal any surprise, but my mind was working overtime trying to figure out who this person was – I knew many people with that first name.

“Oh, how did you happen to know them?” I asked.

“I went to school with one of them back in Jeddah (our home town).” he replied. I finally figured out who he was. I had met him only once, when I was quite young (over 10 years before), and didn’t recognize him by his face. I had communicated with him a few times over the years over email. Last I had heard, he was in New York.

Finally I revealed who I was, and he was quite surprised. Interesting how you go all around the world to find someone you knew a long time ago.

I wanted to share with you an amazing coincidence my father had a few years
ago.

My father has an eye condition (conjunctivitis) for which he requires
eyedrops. He has always used the same brand and type: “Optrex Medicated
Eyedrops”.

One day he needed to make a trip into the city to pick up a new bottle of
eyedrops. He drove in, found a carpark in a parking building. After
locking the car and walking towards the exit he noticed a small brown
paper bag, neatly folded, lying on the floor of the parking building.

Curious, he picked it up, opened it…....... and what should be inside??

A new, sealed bottle of Optrex Medicated Eyerdops.

Bizarre.

This coincidence seems to happen to my family quite alot.
Especcialy when we are busy. What happens is that we think about somebody and
say we’ve got to phone them. Then the phone rings and it’s them.

I live in a town in Lincolnshire,England and one day I went
with my mum to Nottinghamshire shopping. Anyway, while she was browsing in the clothes
shops I had a look around the town. I saw a bookshop and decided to take a look
around. I saw a bookshelf full of black books, but one of them was white, so I
picked it up and glanced through it. It was a book on ghosts and hauntings by
Dennis Bardens, and, here’s the weird bit, one page was folded over. So I read a few
lines and the road in the village where my mum lives is apparently haunted. It
was a bit creepy, but i bought the book for Pounds 3.How much did I have on me? You got
it! Pounds 3.