The Strange Coincidences Archive

In our family, there are lots of coincidences with
birthdays.

Mine is the same as my great-grandma.

My dad’s is the same as his sister.

My sister’s is the day after my grandad.

My mum’s is the day before her uncle.

Also, I have the same birthday as one of my best friends.

I’m 30 years old and have had 3 “It’s a small world” type
coincidences, the first when I was 22. I am originally from Delaware and in
1991 I attended a small college in Pennsylvania for one semester. In 1993, I
enlisted in the Navy and went to bootcamp at Great Lakes in Michigan. There,
one class ahead of me, I ran into my college room mate. At college neither of
us had talked about aspirations of being in the military nor had we ever talked since college. That was the first one.

Next- In 1997, I was on deployment to the Mediterranean and my ship pulled
into Rota, Spain. I needed to cash a check so I went to the base bank and
standing right in front of me in line was my wife’s friend’s husband who was
doing his “two-weeks-a-year” Reserve training and happened to be in Spain, at
the same bank at the same time that I was.

And finally – My sister was in the Army. She went to bootcamp with this girl,
then they got orders to the same duty station in Georgia in 1993. I visited my
sister there and knew of her friend. In 2000, I was living in Tallahassee, FL
(still in the Navy). The apartment next to ours was unrented. The next month
who should move in? My sister’s Army friend who had gotten out of the Army two
years earlier and whom my sister had lost touch with. All these seem pretty
weird coincidences if you consider the timing variations and locality of the
events happening. For me, it really is a small world.

And she lived twenty minutes away! I know this dog Fred was there to watch over
me and when I read coincidence #31 I had to submit my story. I hope the person
who wrote it will see my story and realize that we shared the same guardian
“dog-angel” Fred! What else could it be?

Fred has since passed on.I’m sure he is helping another grieving soul (with a
red car?) somewhere in the world. Thank you for sharing your story, it warmed my
heart!

My son has Down syndrome and is labeled moderately
retarded.

He is not very active but what he does like to do, other than watching
videos, is play old tapes on his stereo in his room. He has a hundred or
more.

One day he came home from school and promptly started playing “The Best of
George Harrison,” or some similar title. It was one of my favorite tapes,
and he had not played it in over a year, I’m sure. I actually thought it was
lost or his tape player had ruined it.

I happened to fall asleep on the couch later that night and was awakened at
about 2:00 a.m. during an all night news program to hear that George
Harrison had just died of cancer, out in California. I was more astonished
at my son than I was saddened by the death.

When his sister heard the news, her first remark was a reference to the tape
her brother had been playing over and over. Their father, who does not
believe in things like this, was completely freaked out; he remembered
hearing the tape the night before. He couldn’t help but notice the
“coincidence” this time.

Or did my son know something about George Harrison eight hours before
anybody else, including the national news? That’s what I’ld like to know.

Back in 1980 my daughter died of SIDS in August (she was 6
months old). Before she died I took a bunch of pictures of her and had the
film sent off to be developed. In my grief, I had forgotten all about the
film. On her birthday (February 20), I was feeling sad and blue until I
checked the mail and there were the pictures (which made my day). That is the
biggest coincidence of my life.

How about this coincidence.This is a true story which I can
verify.You may edit this story anyway you please since I am horrible at
portraying events.

My family and I take many vacations and decided for our 1999 vacation we would
set out for Coure d’Lene, Idaho. We traveled a great distance and finally arrived in Kansas which became the halfway point of our trip. We awoke early and began
driving through the dry desert-like regions of Kansas which by location can be
characterized as the middle of nowhere. There were no vehicles on this road so
we felt safe to take a slower pace and enjoy the scenery. Part of the way down
the road however we encountered an 18-wheeler which through the rear-view
mirror seemed to be closing in on our car at an extremely high rate of
speed. Not able to pass us due to the road being too narrow he became determined
to aggressively push us off the side of the road. After he bumped our vehicle we
decided to pull off the road and let him pass us but not until we were able to
make note of the company for which he worked for and the major bend in his
bumper. Being that he was travelling at such a fast speed we were unable to get any information other than the name of the company and
were unable to follow his direction. Since we wanted to enjoy our trip
thereafter we decided not to bother with police involvement and the trouble of
having to locate the company so we left the incident alone and began our
journey to Colorado. Several days following the ordeal we produced good time and
left Colorado arriving in Wyoming in just 2 days and decided to take the scenic country highway to our destination. Several miles down the road we decided to
find the closest town so we can get some gas and something to eat. We kept going
until we saw a sign which stated that the closest town was several miles ahead
and then several miles down another road. We relunctantly decided this may be
the last chance we get before we run out of gas and headed towards this small
town not sure what this town may have to offer. We arrived at the area and found
the local Burger King to be the only place which was worth stopping at. We came upon the drive-thru to place our order and my mothe
r being curious made a slight glance at the company which was across the
street. It turned out to be the exact name of the company for which the truck
driver who had hit our vehicle belonged to. In shock we decided that we should
take advantage of the situation and initiate our complaint. We went inside and
through talking with the supervisor learned this was the only location of this
company and that the truck we identified fit the exact description of a truck
which belonged to an employee who had previous complaints sent through the
police on behalf of his driving. We could not have mistaken the name because we
wrote it down in a diary days before arriving at the business and had it on a piece of paper and the trucks parked outside matched that of the truck we
saw. We never found out what happened to the truck driver but at least we know
we were provided the opportunity to bring justice to a dangerous and often not
reported occurence of aggressive truck drivers.

Im from Charleston Sc. Back from 1995–96 I worked as a
bellhop in hotel in the city center. I had the opportunity to work with a
gentleman by the name of ‘John’ one of the finest frontdesk men. I worked at
the hotel with the aim to get money to fly to Japan to teach English.
Eventually I made it to Japan and left all my friends behind to embark on a new
life across the Pacific. As I was making friends here in Japan I met anothergentleman named ‘Victor’. We were chatting about where we were from, our old
jobs and such. It turned out that Victor and John had been bestfriends for
years.

I was working in Doncaster,
(England) and my new girlfriend was driving up
from Walton-on-Thames, about 200 miles away to
meet me from work. She lived in First avenue.
Upon arriving in Doncaster, she parked her car
in an underground car park, and having never
been to Doncaster before, she decided to ask
for directions. As she got out of the car, so
did the woman in the next car along, so she
asked this woman if she could tell her where
Fox’s was. ‘Sorry’ replied the woman, ‘I’ve
just driven here from Walton on Thames’.
Turned out she lived in Second Ave, one street
away. They had left Walton within five minutes
of each other and parked side by side.

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….