The Strange Coincidences Archive

This is the strangest thing that had happend to me. About
a year ago I was into the spirit of playing Diablo 2, I played alot and at the
NPC‘S, the people you talk to in towns to buy/sell things, I for the first time
wanted one of the items they had. I rarely want something from them but in
ACT 4, Jameal (I think thats spelled right) had something I wanted, and aout of
the 1/5000 times I want something I was outta gold, there was 1 person in the
game with me, I quickly asked him for money… I said about 5000, (the item was
worth about 4000–4999, (I wanted some extra money too) so he said I dont have
5000, but here…. he gave me 1 item to sell, and a pile of gold. When I
picked it up and sold the item I was amazed to see that my gold total from what
I had originally, what he gave, and what the item sold for was the EXACT amountof gold I needed. This is a bit more rare since NPC sell items for more or
less depending on the act your in. and the price of the item you sell or buy is a random (you can have the same item but
the price can vary from like 1–1000 gold), I told the guy and he didnt believe
me. the odds of taking my. bout 1500, his 2400, and the items profit 900
(around those digits but no zeros in them… like 1542+1453+967 example) it
came to the exact 4 digit number I needed, (and a couple of days back I just
read a thing in a book. the top 14 coincidences, and I got very interested in
them! and shortly after voila (the book was uncle john’s bathroom reader
volume. like 7 or something.)

I’m not certain that this fits in with the rest of your
examples of coincidences, but here goes:

My mother passed away in April of 1988. I had just moved into a new home in
the country a few weeks before. It had always been a kind of family joke that
I wanted to see deer roaming around (my sister lived in the country and hadseen lots), but no matter how much I peered around at the countryside, I never
saw any. Two days after my mother died, I was talking to my dad and looked out
the sliding glass door at what I thought was a large dog—it turned out to be a
deer. I saw the deer on and off for a few days, then it disappeared for good.
Next, my mother always liked lilacs. That spring, for the first time since she
lived at her home, my sister had small purple flowers all over her yard,
similar to the ones that had decorated the handles on my mother’s casket. And
last, my daughter’s name is Aubree, and when she was small my mother always
said that her long blonde hair was like spun gold. A year or so after my
mother’s passing, a friend told me that there was an old!
song called “Aubrey” by the group Bread (I’d never heard of it.) I went to
the music store and purchased a 45 rpm record of the song. When I got home, I
realized that the jacket for the record (a golden oldie by now) was labeled
“spun gold”. And now, tonight I sit here having attended the funeral of a good
friend today. I’ve been “deerless” for several years. I was talking to my
daughter on the phone and went to the back of the house to put food in the bird
feeder. I heard a rustling sound and caught a glimple of one deer—thenanother—scampering through the same place where I had seen the deer in 1988.
I wonder….

This one is to long to write out again, so i will just
paste the text from an email I have just sent.

Its a long one, so are you sitting comfortably?!

While I was in Ibiza, I met this girl from Australia who moved to London a few
years back. We stayed in touch and eventually arranged to meet up. London is
about a two and a half hour train journey from where I live, so it wasn’t going
to be anything serious. Anyway. The weekend before I was supposed to be going
down to see her, I went out in Nottingham with a couple of friends. I was
staying overnight at Petes (one of my mates). I lost my mates for a while and
found myself talking to a couple of girls while keeping an eye out for my
mates. Eventually I saw them on the dance floor and asked the girls if they
wanted to join us over there. I thought that pete would be happy about me
bringing two women over to him, but he was too drunk to even notice that I had!
Anyway to cut the waffle down, the girl that I thought Pete would be in to made
her way over to me and things started to turn out a little different. The more
I spoke to her, the more I liked her and one thing led to !
another (Sorry, I feel like I am practicing writing for a Jazz Mag or
something!!! Dont worry, I’ll get to the point eventually!)

Towards the end of the night I had lost everyone except the two girls. (This is
where the first in the chain of coincidences starts.) I decided to leave and go
seperate ways, however when trying to get a taxi it turned out that they lived
very close to Petes house which out of the whole of Nottingham is a reasonable
coincidence. So we shared a cab and she invited me in for a coffee. (Just a
coffee mind!!) I couldnt believe it when we arrived. The house that her friend
lived at was the exact same house where one of my friends from school used to
live. I had been there loads of times before. Quite a big coincidence seeing as
I bumped into him in Nottingham and used to go to school with him in a
different town?

It turnes out that Helen, the girl I met in the club, lives in London and was
just visiting her friend for the weekend, so after arranging to see her for
lunch the next day I left that night and went back to Petes house. It appeared
to be another coincidence that I dont meet many girls, and that the first one I
do meet in Nottingham, also lives in London.

We got on really well the next day and swapped phone numbers. Me not being able
to resist the forbidden fruits (after what seemed like many years without)
decided to do for the first time what most guys are renouned for. Yes, I was
going to go to London a see them both. Shame on me! Well after all, London is
quite far from home.

Now the Australian girl I met in Ibiza, Kellie, lived at Wood Green, London. I
had her address, but didn’t have Helens. I was going to call her from the train
station to get directions. I couldnt believe it when she told me on the phone
that out of the whole of London, and it is a big place, that shee also lived at
Wood Green. Another coincidence?! Now kellie’s house number is 60. Guess
what… Helens house number is 60. Don’t jump ahead now, they dont live in the
same building thank god! As I was heading out towards Helens I couldnt belive
it when I saw that the road before Helens was Kellies. The roads run parrallel
to each other! I felt uneasy about the whole thing and decided there and then
to choose between the two. Not so much for the risk of gettiing caught out, but
more because it seemed like one of those angelic messages again!

I told Helen about the whole thing that night. Needles to say, she wasn’t all
that happy about it. But after a while she realised that I didn’t have to
mention anything and I suppose, or hope, realised that I wanted her more than
the other girl. So the next day I went round to Kellies to give her the bad
news. The scary bit is that it turns out that their gardens actually back onto
each other to the extent that a party at Kellies actually kept helen up one
night! Absolutle madness I reakon that out of the whole of England the only two
girls I met live that far away and on each others feet! Or is it just me
looking into things too much?

The story of strange and tangled happenings continued a little though. I have
been down to see her quite a few times and likwise she has come over here.
Although I am skint at the moment I like her and i think its worth it (God
knows why living so far away, but I am just seeing what happens.)

Recently I phoned an old school mate up. We have stayed in touch ever since
school, but I hadn’t seen him for quite some time. Funny enough we went to the
same school as the guy whos house I went back to in Nottingham. When trying to make arrangments to go out some time, he said that he was going to a course in
London for his job at the Pizza Hut. Only in Wood green! So, I managed to get a
lift down and back, all expences paid for by Pizza Hut!

It doesnt stop there either. I would have to meet him in Nottingham just after
he came back from a trip to Amsterdam as he was driving down immedeatly after
he got back. Not so strange, apart from the fact that my Brother is over in
Amsterdam right now at the same time as Andy. They left on the same day, and
return on the same day. Both going with different people and unaware that
eachother were going!

Dont know if I just have nothing better to do than just look into all this
crap? Do things like this happen to everyone and they just dont have the time
to see it? If they do happen though, how come they all seem to link to each
other like a chain of events? Maybe I am just cracking up, or maybe all those
strange coincidences that happened in Ibiza are still happening, but only let
themselves occur when they are big enough to happen?!

About ten years ago I was going through a crisis in my life and I was walking past a bookshop ans decided to seek out a self help book that might be of some help. I was browsing through a self of books when the proprieter approached me and asked if he could be of help.

I must have had a bit of a desperate look as he reached for a book and said he had been through some recent trauma and found help in this particular book. He then went on to read the last page out loud to me. I was immediately put off and purchased another book instead.

A couple of months later I was looking to buy a house when I went through a house I had a good feeling about. As I was leaving I noticed this same book on a self in the hall. The people who had been living in the house spoke about how happy they had been living there.

About a week later I read an article in the newpaper about the author of the book and I thought maybe that book would be worth reading afterall. I spoke about the book that day to someone at work who said yes I am reading it at the moment.

I didn’t really think about the book again until about a year later.

I was walking along a street wiith my son in a another inner city suburb. He asked me what I would like for a Christmas present when I said a book would be wonderful but looked up to find we were walking past a book shop at the same time. I suddenly remembered the book and said how bout we look in this shop. I had never been in the shop before. As we entered the shop I went immediately to the self help section to look when I heard a voice behind me say “Can I help you?”
I turned to find the same man from the other shop I had been in originally a year before. “How come you are in this shop I asked?”

“Oh I own this shop I sold the other one a few months ago”

“Well I don’t expect you to remember me but you recommended a book to me over a year ago and now I am here to buy it” I said.
“What is the book called he replied?” When I told him his eyes widened and he said “That is amazing . Just before you entered the shop I suddenly had a thought about that book. I went to the self and got that book down to have a look at and it is sitting on the table here. I had my hand on it when you came into the shop.” The book is called “A Return to Love” Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles by Marianne Williamson.

I was at my grandmother’s funeral across the country and my father was reminiscing with some of his grade school buddies about their old baseball team. They were trying to remember who the catcher was and one guy spoke up and said who he thought it was. Well, the name he said, which is quite an unusual name, was the name of one of the senior reps in my company that I had worked with for 10 years! As soon as I heard the name I knew they were one in the same person. It turned out to be true! Pretty freaky!

I was 23 years old in 1975. I was working as a surgical technician in a small Arizona hospital. I had learned that I needed to have my tonsils taken out and was scheduled to have the procedure done in the hospital where I worked. I was not only able to pick the day and time of my surgery but also the anesthesiologist, a man by the name of Dr. Lee.

I was having dinner with my parents a few days later and for some reason I mentioned that Dr. Lee was the anesthesiologist. My dad thought that was quite a coincidence. I asked why and he said that a Dr. Lee had taken his tonsils out also when he was in his early twenties in California.

When I returned to work I mentioned my dads operation to Dr. Lee. He asked me to ask my dad if he knew the locations of the doctor’s office in California. I found out and told him. It turned out that the Dr. Lee who was removing my tonsils in 1975 was the son of the Dr. Lee who took my Dads tonsils out during the 1940s. Neither I nor the current Dr. Lee had yet been born at the time.

I had not been in contact for some with a friend Carole who was living in Thailand. (I live in South Australia). I was thinking about her all day and thought she must be due for a visit back to Adelaide shortly and I thought I would love to catch up. I tried phoning her sister but she was not listed in the phone book and I didn’t know where she lived. I remembered when my friend lived in Adelaide she shared a house with a guy called Phillip but his last name I didn’t know. I decided there was nothing I could do but just hope that if she did come back soon she might contact us. The next morning I heard a noise outside in my back garden and upon investigation found an injured bird. I phoned the RSPCA and they gave me several phone numbers of people who rescue injured animals. I randomly chose a number and a male person answered the phone. When he heard my voice he said are you Carole’s friend I’m Phillip. It turned out Carole was due to arrive in Adelaide the next week and we all had dinner together.

Several years ago I lost a beloved collie dog and was very depressed for a long time. I couldn’t even stand to watch dogfood commercials because I longed for my dog so badly. Well one day a few months later, I was out on my parent’s porch and a red mixed chow came in the yard. Its tail was wagging and I was so happy to see a dog and I called it over to me. I don’t know why but the name Fred popped into my head, so I called the dog Fred and he came running to me. He was the sweetest dog and he came to my house almost everyday. My spirits were really lifted having this sweet dog around me. I noticed that there would be days whenever Fred wouldn’t come around and then he’d be there everyday for a while. I worked 3rd shift at a place very close to my house and when I’d go out to my car many mornings to drive home, Fred would be lying next to my small red car and he’d run beside of my car all the way home. It was funny and rather embarrassing too! Well, I had a ruptured appendix and nearly died when peritonitis set in and I was hospitalized for two weeks. One of my coworkers drove a small red car and she told me that Fred would be waiting in front of her car in the mornings when she got off of work the whole time I was out from my operation.

My parents told me that they hadn’t seen Fred while I was in the hospital but the very day I came home and as soon as I got out of the car to go inside the house, Fred came running up the street and ran right up to me. He disappeared shortly after that. My parents worked in a drugstore and one of the customers was a man named Mack who used to be our neighbor from back when I was a small child. The house from that old neighborhood was a few miles from the house I was living in at the time. One day Mack was in the drugstore and my Mother was talking to him as she rang up his items. Somehow the subject of dogs was brought up. Mack told my Mother about how he had recently lost a collie and about how a red mixed chow had come to his house shortly thereafter. He named the dog Fred. Fred came to his house almost daily and Mack fed Fred and felt that Fred was his dog and was happy to have him around since he was sad after losing his collie. Mack found Fred lying by the side of the road dead one day. I can only assume that our Fred was the same dog since my Fred disappeared at the same time that his Fred was found dead. Mack described him and his Fred sure sounded like my Fred. I feel that the dog was sent to both of us because we both needed a pet at the time. I’ll never forget Fred and what he meant to me.

When I was younger I used to think that if my feet weren’t under the covers something will come through the window and chop them off. I later learned my adopted brother and sister and friend used to believe this.

In Spanish class we started studying numbers on Oct. 1. When we opened the books it said: “Today is Oct. the first”