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The world is filled with a lot of weird and wonderful coincidences.
Some of these coincidences are enough to melt your mind.
It’s pretty incredible but also a bit weird too!
Here are some of the weirdest coincidences people have ever dealt with!
1. Take Two.
I met a girl in Romania. As we were both solo travellers, we spent a lot of time together. When we parted, as the tradition goes, we said ‘see you soon.’
Last weekend, I went to Paris for some work and I was shocked to see her in an elevator. I screamed out of excitement but she didn’t recognize me and thought that I was just someone trying to talk to her.
I calmly asked, “Have you ever been to Romania?”
With a look of understanding, she asked, “Do you come from Germany?”
I somehow managed, “Yes.”
With a smile, she said, “I’m sorry. I’m your friend’s twin sister.”
What a small world.
2. Life’s A Beach.
I found my husband with his lover on a beach. He wasn’t supposed to be there. Neither was I. We didn’t even live close to the beach. But I walked straight toward him and immediately knew what was happening. I just kept walking and said, “It’s a small world.”
We were divorced 3 months later.
When I was 17, I had a son I had to give up for adoption because the father was going off to Vietnam and we were unmarried. It was heartbreaking to say the least.
When the father returned, we married and had a daughter. But we were always looking to find the son we had to give up.
As the years went by, we tried every imaginable source to find our boy. Our daughter was told that she had a brother.When our daughter moved across the United States to California, I had given up all hope after 34 years of searching.
One night in California, she told her roommate about her brother; it was his birthday, and she was sad.
That night the roommate invited her to dinner with a male friend. During dinner, her friend questioned her about this brother. After everything my daughter said, the young man replied “me too!” He, too, was from Florida – adopted, this was his birthday, a miracle!
Millions of prayers had been answered. She was indeed sitting across the dinner table from her long-lost brother! Found at last! It all turned out beautifully. He had been blessed with an amazing adoptive family to whom I will be FOREVER grateful. I’ve had many coincidences in my life – but this? Best one.
4. No Backies!
My family used to take little summer vacations. One summer when I was about 8, we stayed at a campground 4 hours from home.
There were a bunch of kids there, and one day we all started playing tag. I was “it” and was chasing another young boy. When I tagged him, I pushed too hard, and he fell and broke his arm. I remember the scene vividly.
In college, I became good friends with my neighbor in the dorm, and we ended up getting a place together our sophomore year. The following year, when we were no longer living together, we went out for a few beers and the topic of broken bones came up.
“I’ve only broken one bone,” he said, “and it was my arm when I was 7. Some kid at a camp pushed me over while playing tag.”
It was me. I still can’t believe it.
5. Bounce Back.
When my mother died I was a young guy just starting my own business and I could barely afford the plane ticket to attend her funeral. Of course, as the oldest son, and coming from a poor family, there would not have been a funeral if I had not agreed to pay for it.
But here is where the amazing “coincidence” occurred. I listened to the funeral director list all of the options for buria,l and I wanted my mom to have the best. In the end, it cost exactly $11,710.00 and I had less than $200 in my bank account.
At that moment, I asked for few minutes of privacy, and I prayed to God to ask what I should do. I am not saying God told me to write a bad check; all I know is that he lead me to “do what you must do for your mom and I will take care of everything else.”
So I wrote a check for $11,710.00, and her funeral and burial were handeled beautifully. That was on a Saturday. I flew home on Monday and knew that my check would bounce at the close of business.
I stopped by my PO Box to get the mail and found more bad news. I saw that all too familiar brown envelope from the IRS. I guess I also owed back taxes too!
I almost refused to open it because the stress I was experiencing was already enormous, but something led me to open it anyway. When I did, there was a letter saying that the IRS had recalculated my tax returns from 5 years ago, and they found a huge mistake in my favor.
I had overpaid what I owed, and they were returning that amount. It was almost exactly what I had paid for my mother’s funeral.
When you consider the IRS audit had started months before my mother passed away, you begin to believe there are no coincidences.
6. A Trip To Church.
As a college sophomore, I went on a trip to France by myself. I was sitting in Notre Dame Cathedral, listening to music, when a girl I dated in high school sat down in a pew near me – totally at random.
We were both speechless when we saw one another there, out of the blue, in a foreign country within a vast cathedral.
7. Nothing Beats Winnie The Pooh.
When I was eleven, I was in the park like half a mile from my house flying a Winnie the Pooh kite. I was the only kid around with a kite at the time.
I was pretty zoned out, and I didn’t notice when the string came loose. One hundred feet of twine zoomed away, out of reach, and Pooh Bear was gone.
Later that night, my family and I went out to eat, and when we came home, there was a string dangling from the gutter above our front door.
My dad grabbed it and started pulling. The string seemed to go all the way up into the night sky – we couldn’t see the end of it.
A hundred feet of pulling later, there was my Pooh Bear kite.
It came back to me.
8. Now That’s A Knife.
About ten years ago, I tried to get into Six Flags with a tiny keychain swiss army knife. It literally had a dull 1″ blade, but it was still against the rules. They told me I could either throw it away, take it to my car a mile away, or rent a locker for like 10 bucks.
So I decided to hide it in the planter.
I looked down and saw a big piece of bark sitting, in the dirt and figured it would be a good hiding place. I picked it up and found another mini swiss army knife!
I placed mine next to the first and went into the park. When I returned, the other knife was gone and a smiley face was etched into the dirt in its place.
In my youth, I worked at a restaurant in my hometown, a pretty big city. There were a lot of young people who worked there. One guy in particular stood out. He was really cute, smart, and funny. We started dating.
We discovered that we had both lived on the same street as children, and his parents still lived on that street. We knew many of the same people even though we had gone to different schools and never met. It was a coincidence of sorts, but nothing all that special.
As we spent more time together, we discovered that we were both raised in musical families. My mother had been a professional singer. My sister and I had taken piano lessons and sung in choirs and school productions. All five children in his family had played various musical instruments, including the piano, and had taken lessons for many years.
We realized during one holiday gathering at his mom’s house that all seven of us — me, my boyfriend, my sister, and his four siblings — had taken lessons from the same piano teacher. Kind of a fun coincidence!
Years later, after he and I were married, we were again at his mom’s house for a family holiday. Somehow, the topic of Mrs. Edwards, our mutual piano teacher, came up. Hubby’s mom jumped up and disappeared into another room for a few minutes, and came trotting back with a piece of paper. I couldn’t believe what it was.
Yellowed with age, it was a handwritten program from a piano recital in 1973. The program listed the students’ names who had performed at the recital, in performance order. It lists me, my husband, my sister, and two of his sisters! That means the five of us, plus our parents (and probably the three other siblings between our two families) had all been in the same room, decades earlier!
Our music teacher had her students sit in the front row of the recital room, in performance order. So, as evidenced by the program, he and I sat just a few seats apart, eleven years before we would actually meet, nineteen years before we would marry! We celebrate 25 years of marriage next month.
10. Pay Your Debts.
Dakar, Senegal, 1946. World War II was over ,and a few German prisoners of war were on work furlough in local high schools.
A young Senegalese student from a once-wealthy merchant family walked by eating a rare baguette with butter and jam. A hungry German POW eyed the student who, understanding the situation, said, “I’m not hungry. Would you like this?” A few kind words of thanks in French were exchanged, and they parted ways.
A decade later, the same Senegalese student was in Sweden for school. His train ticket for Montpellier France via Germany was on the slow train, but he hopped onto the fast train instead. When the conductor discovered he had the wrong ticket and had no money to pay for an upgrade, he ordered the kid to get off at the next stop.
A German sitting nearby stopped the conductor and paid the extra fee. The Senegalese man thanked him and, discovering that the German spoke a bit of French, asked him why he had done that.
The German sais, “Don’t you remember me? Dakar, 1946. I was starving and you fed me.”
My father-in-law, that Senegalese student, turned 90 a few months ago, and I heard that story shortly before his birthday from his wife, the woman he was going to see in Montpellier.
11. Big Nuts.
I was nearly killed by a squirrel in what seemed like an act of revenge, but probably wasn’t.
I was hiking in the Grand Canyon, and a squirrel was trying to get into my backpack. I yelled at it and threw stones in its direction, but it paid no attention (except to check if I was throwing it food). So I pegged it with a couple of small stones and it walked coolly away, as if it had just decided it had somewhere better to be (like cats do).
Two days later, and within a few hundred yards of the same spot, I was resting, leaning against the upslope, with my pack balanced on some rocks. Several people starting shouting at me. I got up and saw a big rock rolling down the slope towards me, so I got out of the way.
It was heavy enough and fell far enough to have killed me, or at least put me in the hospital, if other people hadn’t seen it coming and alerted me. Five of the people said that they saw a squirrel dislodge the rock.
Was it the same squirrel? No way to know.