People Share The Strangest Coincidence They’ve Ever Experienced

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Ever had that feeling of Deja Vu?  There are so many moments in life like finding your birth mother or finding out you had a twin that fall under the “you can’t make this up” category.

Take a look at some of the craziest coincidences between people that will leave you reaffirming you faith in life.  Maybe there is a greater being after all.

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45. Destined To Be Together

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I went to college, and I met this cute girl. “Where’d you go to high school?” she asks. “You’ve never heard of it,” I reply. I grew up in a town of 1,200 people, graduated in a class of about 90. “Try me,” she says. And that was the beginning of finding out that not only had she heard of it, but she had also almost attended it because her family had lived in one of the neighboring towns very briefly when she was growing up. We shared dozens of mutual friends, and had apparently spent our young lives narrowly missing each other.

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Later, after we started dating, we learned that one of our mutual friends had been trying to set us up with each other for YEARS. She was overwhelmed with laughter when she saw that we were finally together, completely without her involvement. I asked her to marry me, she said yes. We went out to dinner with our parents so they could finally meet. Her folks arrive at the restaurant and see mine. Her mom goes, “Oh hey, [my dad’s name]. So this is your son, huh?” They had been co-workers years ago. Of course. We’ve been married for eleven years now. Got a good thing going. We intend to keep it.

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44. One Was Written About Me

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In grade 10 English class, the teacher didn’t have anything planned for us to do and it was close to the end of the year I guess, so she goes to the big cupboard in the corner and pulls out a stack of copies. It’s examples of a successful essay written during a final exam, so we can learn what a good one looks like and how to build a narrative, etc. The topic of these was “What was the most pivotal moment of your life?” There are three examples, ranging in proficiency.

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We read through the first two, and I volunteer to read the last one aloud. I start reading… and I stop. The essay was about… me. My big sister had gotten a really good mark six years earlier on her final exam essay which she wrote about the day I was born. I got pretty emotional about that one.

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43. The Book

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My old work ran a Secret Santa once the week before Christmas. It was a $10 limit and the person I was buying for I didn’t know very well. I left my buying to the last minute because I just didn’t know what to get her. So I was in town and walking past some shops when lo and behold, I see an old copy of Oliver Twist in the window of the 2nd hand book store. It just called to me, so I went in and picked it up. I checked the first page for the cost and guess what? $10 – perfect.

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So come the day of the Secret Santa, we were all opening our gifts, some 150 people. Out of the corner of my eye, I see some people crowding around a woman who is crying. I keep listening and people are calling out for the person who was her Santa. I go over and reveal that it was me. The lady I had bought for was crying and hugged me. She said 10 years ago her house burned down along with all her of possessions. The book that I bought her, was her favorite and also the exact same edition so had the exact same cover she remembered. Because it was a second-hand book it was even weathered in the same places she remembered, so it was as if I’d grabbed the book off her shelf before the fire and delivered it to her 10 years later.

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42. The Birth-date Due-date

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My sisters are twins born on October 22. One day my oldest sister called her twin to let her know she was pregnant! The only thing is, right at that moment, her twin was sitting on the toilet holding a positive pregnancy test. After each of them had their initial doctor’s visits, the younger twin called her twin to let her know the amazing coincidence, that her baby’s due date was the day after their own birthday (Oct 23)! That is when the other twin laughed and said, “No way! My baby’s due date is THE DAY BEFORE our birthday (Oct 21)!

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Fast forward to mid-October: Both of my sisters are getting super ready, and I can’t wait to meet my little nephew and niece! Unfortunately for my sisters they both passed their due dates and slide into November only to both give birth ON THE SAME DAY, November 11th: MY birthday!

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41. The Joke Happened

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My parents were born in the same exact hospital in the same town: my dad was born one day before my mother. My grandmothers were in the rooms next to each other and they would sometimes joke to each other: “Let’s marry our kids (it was common practice before to do arranged weddings though).” So they went on with their lives forgetting about that.

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Imagine their shock and disbelief when my father brought my mother to introduce her to his parents when they were 16. They’re still happily married after 30 years. One could never know what happens with jokes about the future.

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40. My Birth Mother

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I’m adopted. I’m about 18 and moving to the big city to start uni, looked at heaps of apartments and finally found somewhere nice. The real estate agent shows me around the apartment and I decide to take it. A couple of days later, I’m in the realtor’s office to sign the lease, chatting away with the ladies. Just the usual, “Where are you moving from?” chatter as I filled out all the paperwork, and the nice agent who showed me the apartment gave me the keys.

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Cut to a few weeks later, and the phone at my new apartment rings. It’s my realtor calling to tell me that she’s my birth mother. She swears to this day that she recognized my familiar family facial features on the day she showed me the apartment (and it’s true, I do look a lot like my cousins and her daughters), and the day I signed the lease, she got all my details, birth date, etc. It took her a few weeks to contact me because she wanted to confirm with the Government Adoption agency and to let her family know what was happening. Bit of a spin-out.

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39. Living Nearly Identical Lives

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When I was a baby, I was given up for adoption by my mother. She had a 10-year-old son and was going through a very rough patch in her life. Fast forward 20 years, I’m a junior in college. I’d never known anything about my birth family except for the first names of my brother and mother. Never even seen a picture of them. Anyway, my adoptive mom bought me an Ancestry DNA test kit for Christmas. When I got my results back, my number one match was this guy named Vincent. I looked him up on Facebook and thought, “Dang, this guy looks like me.” I sent him a message explaining everything, and he instantly knew that I was his brother. This isn’t the coincidental part.

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After talking for a bit through messenger, we realized we only live 10 minutes apart. We decided to meet that night and reconnect. Turns out, we both attend the same university, have the same major AND minor. He decided to go back to school and finish his degree 10 years later and happened to choose my university. All this time, we thought we were across the country from each other. It really makes one think about nature versus nurture. We have a great relationship now, and it’s amazing to have an older brother!

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38. The Long Lost Pair

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Before I divorced my husband but while we were still living in California, I used to adore going to thrift shops. One day, while visiting a shop in Venice beach, I saw, in the ‘odds and ends’ bowl, a very peculiar earring. It was a sort of “seashell” design, hand made, with a pendant black pearl dangling from it. From the shape of the shell, it would only go ‘frontways’ on the left ear. It was obviously a shop project but was so unusual, I decided I had to have it! I could always take it apart and use the pearl for something… so I bought it for maybe $0.25. That was in 1979. The earring went into my “scraps” box. Years passed, I divorced, found my new love, we moved to Hollywood, then in 1988, to Albuquerque.

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One day, while walking to the book store I saw a sign: “GARAGE SALE!” Well, I love garage sales, so I went to the house and looked around. The lady had a big wooden bowl set out with beads, rings, bits, and baubles, and as I sorted through the jumble I saw, very peculiar earring… with a stylized “seashell” and a dangling black pearl! And it was hand made and fit the right ear! I immediately showed it to the lady, “I have an earring at home… that looks exactly LIKE this!” The lady looked perplexed, “Well, dear… I don’t think so… My boyfriend made those for me in Shop… and I lost one of them many years ago.” I froze. “Where?” She smiled, “Oh, a long way from here… It was in California. I’ve forgotten the place. A beach named like a place in Italy.” “Venice Beach?” I said, feeling a bit dizzy. She nodded eagerly. “Wait here!” I said, somewhat illogically, after all, it was her home, and when I came back with the matching earring, they were a PERFECT match! I offered to give my earring back to her, so she would have the completed pair again, but she refused. “I never liked him very much. You keep them, Dear.” So, I still have them, a handmade pair, separated by hundreds of miles and nine years, and reunited completely by chance.

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37. The Random Recording Guy

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I was at a convention. There were only a few people in the room. My friend and I wanted an autograph from a voice actor. He started singing in his character voice. There were two random guys next to me. One pulled out a video camera to record it.

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Years later, my husband and I are talking with friends, and the convention comes up. The guy with the video camera was my husband. I also took a picture later that day of the crowds, and he is in that picture. I stood next to my husband years before I met him.

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36. It’s The Same Couple

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Nobody believes me when I tell this story, but one day my husband and I ran into the same couple at 3 different places, in 2 different states. So my husband and I had an errand to run out of state. We leave early and stop to get breakfast. The couple was sitting across from us. The lady had on a funky shirt which is why she stuck out in my mind.

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After breakfast, we drive the next state over to the office we have an appointment at. We’re waiting in the lobby and the couple from the breakfast joint walks in! Weird! So we spend the day finishing up our errands and then we drive back home. I didn’t feel like cooking so we stopped to get some dinner at the pub. We sit down at the table and guess who’s already eating at the table behind us? The same freaking couple!

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35. Are We Brothers From Another Mother?

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I once went to the hospital for a chest x-ray. All the way through the build up to the procedure the nurses were very attentive, kept checking my details (more so than normal, much more so). I noticed they were paying a similar amount of attention to another guy but not so much everyone else in the waiting room.

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Eventually, I decided to ask one of the nurses what was happening. Turns out me and the other guy had exactly the same name and date of birth and were both attending for chest x-rays. Not very exciting but a weird coincidence.

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34. Picture Of Fate

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I have a picture of me standing in front of the covered wagon at the big E expo. I was about 10-11 at the time, and my now wife is at the side of the picture having her picture taken, and I’m at the side of that picture.

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At the time we lived in different states. We never knew each other in any way, and met 15 years later in another state we had both moved to, in fact, we only noticed the pictures three years after we married.

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33. They Weren’t A Random Person At All

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A few years back, my dad went on a trip to Denmark for a business trip. My mom, being Danish, decided that she was going to come along. She had always heard stories about the side of the family that never moved to America, but she had no idea where they lived or if any of them were still around. Anyway, after a week in the country, my mom and dad are driving down a country road when their car got a flat. There wasn’t really any cell reception, so they actually wound up walking up a driveway a bit to ask the locals to use their phone.

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They walk up the steps of this little cottage, knock on the door, and an elderly woman came to the door. Her eyes lit up, fixed on my mom and wound up giving her a hug. My parents were understandably confused as the old woman’s husband was also excited to see my mom. The couple didn’t really speak any English, but they led my parents down the main hallway to their guest room. There, on the dresser, was a photo of my mom and her brothers from their high-school graduation. The old couple was my mother’s great aunt and uncle, the ones that never came to the USA. To this day, my parents still can’t explain it.

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32. How I Met The Hacker

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When I was a kid, around 13, I played a lot of a video game called Diablo 2. I started a clan with a few people I’d met on the internet and we played every day. At some point, we were helping some random person and he asked to join. We thought he was nice enough so we let him in. As part of this clan, we had a shared account we used to store game items for each other. After about a month of playing, this new guy goes in and changed the password, steals the account and defriends everyone — completely disappears off the map with all of our stuff.

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Fast forward a year later and my family moves to Texas and it’s my first day at school. I’m sitting in algebra class talking to the person in the seat next to me and he mentions he plays diablo. I said me too and that I ran a clan and everything. I asked his username and it was him. 2,000 miles away from where I first virtually met this guy he’s sitting next to me in math class. When I told him mine, his face went into total shock and he didn’t know how to respond. It was awkward for sure. I ended up telling him I didn’t care and was over it but we let’s just say we didn’t end up becoming friends.

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31. A Letter Just For “Me”

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I’m walking through the train station, where an average of 375,000 people pass through daily. I walk up the escalator to my train and pass by an envelope lying on the ground. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but I took a couple of steps back to pick it up anyways. The next part freaked me out. I looked at the address, and it was addressed to ME. I instantly look around to see if it was a practical joke, or if I was about to be assassinated or something. Neither of those was the case. The sender was a family friend. I knew that friend took the BART daily, but I had never personally run into him.

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After work, I call him up and ask him about the letter. Turns out, he had about 300 letters with him at the train station and was going to send them out for his daughter’s graduation party. What in the world are the chances of him dropping the one letter addressed to me out of the 300, combined with the chances of me being the 1 out of 375,000 people to pick it up? Pretty wild.

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30. What’s For You Will Always Be For You

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Almost 20 years ago, my father sold his photo camera to buy some booze.; he was an alcoholic. Inside the camera bag, there was a piece of paper with a hand made aperture and a shutter speed chart. I had drawn little circles in that paper when I was a child. Fast forward 15 years and there’s a pawn shop near the place where I work, and from time to time I go there to see what hidden gems I can find.

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One day, there was a camera that looked quite similar to the one my father sold. I bought it on a whim, without even checking if it worked properly, just because it looked like the one he undersold. Once at home, I took a closer look, cleaned it properly and searched the bag. Yes, you know where this is going. There it was the paper with the chart and my little circles in blue. I sat on the sofa for a moment just to let that moment sink in. That camera is now in a place of honor among my other cameras.

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29. The Fake ID’s Face

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Me and my two friends went to buy alcohol once when we were 20 years 0ld. My one friend had a fake ID so he went into the gas station to buy us all beer.

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He got the alcohol, went up to the counter, and hands the cashier the fake ID. The cashier looks at it for five seconds and slowly looks up to my friend and says “This is me.” Sure enough, he was trying to use the own cashier’s ID to buy alcohol from him.

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28. A Mysterious Appearance

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I once lost the bracelet that my mother gave me as a present on my 18th birthday. I used to wear it all the time and I was devastated when I lost it. After two months, I was walking down the street and I was waiting to cross the street.

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For some reason, I looked down and there the bracelet was, on the pavement. It was exactly the bracelet because my name was on it. It was kind of a magical moment. I kept looking at it, thinking if this was really happening. I will never forget it.

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27. It’s Paul McCartney!

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Seeing Paul McCartney (The Beatles) on TV in 2001, and noticing he was tall. The next day I’m walking down a very quiet street, and walking towards me is a really tall guy, and it was Paul McCartney. He must’ve seen my expression so he veered my way, stuck his hand out and said “Hi mate.” I was shocked. 18 years later I’m still shocked. Lol.

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I’m 6ft, turns out he’s 5’11. Maybe he was just “lanky.” He certainly appeared tall to me. I should also add that he didn’t just stick his hand out, I meant to say he shook my hand. Crazy. He then briskly walked away. A very brief encounter but a really important one for me. I also wouldn’t blame anyone for not believing me. It’s a weird story.

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26. 13th Of July

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My mom remarried after my bio-father died when I was an infant. My “new dad” officially adopted me a few years into their marriage, and then they had my little brother who was born July 13, 1993. My dad’s beloved grandpa had also been born on July 13, so that day was very special to him.

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A few years ago, I came across a document with my adoption date on it – July 13, 1992! Exactly one year before my brother was born. I didn’t grow up knowing my adoption date, so I feel fairly confident that they don’t remember this coincidence, and for some reason, I’ve never brought it up.

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25. Key Fact

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I locked my keys and wallet in the car with the engine on about an hour’s drive from where I lived and I was at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. I was sitting on the ground next to my car when a man drove up and parked right next to me which was VERY strange because I was parked next to a phone booth and not near the gas pump. I’m VERY shy and never talk to anyone, but the guy got out of his car and started yakking away with me. He looked weird so I told him I wasn’t in a great mood, my keys were locked in my car and that he should move on unless he had a coat hanger. He said he didn’t have one but kept talking.

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At one point, he said that I had a nice car which is very odd because I had a 10-year-old Ford Escort. He said his wife had the same car and then a light went off in his head. He checked to see if he had his wife’s keys…he did. He said, let me try your lock because sometimes the keys work on cars of the same model. He put the key in my lock, opened my door and I was set. I’m still not sure why he parked next to me because he wasn’t there to get gas and he just drove off.

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24. Reunited Friendship

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When I was 18, I lived in a town a very long ways away from where I ended up moving. I struck up a friendship with this guy from work in that town, we play halo, watch movies, etc, and he was awesome. I ended up moving suddenly due to a family emergency, and never got his contact information. I didn’t even remember his name a decade later, but I thought of him often as he was an awesome guy through all the years.

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Eleven years later, I’m working at my job, carpooling with someone from my training class, and one night, he asks if I mind his roommate being in the car as he was going to take the car after we got off at work and use it for the night. He introduces us, I turn around, and in the back seat is the guy from the town a very long way away. We reconnected immediately, and now live together. He’s my best friend, for sure, and the godfather to my children.

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23. Precognitive Dream

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On our way back to the mainland after spending a day at the beach, I was the first on the ferry, with this man assisting all the kiddies back on the ferry, over the gap between the dock and the boat. I turn around to welcome my 3-year-old brother onto this exciting ferry ride, but the little guy proceeded to jump onto the boat and slips down right through the crack and falls into the ocean. My mom jumps in to save him and starts freaking out.

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Fast forward, when they get back on the ferry, my brother’s head is all messed from barnacles and everyone is alive. My mom calls my dad who is in NYC for business and tells him the story; my dad was freaked out because he had a dream that night that my little brother fell off a building. With the time difference, the two events would’ve been happening at similar times.

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22. The Kebab Guy

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Here in my little town in northwest England, there’s a good kebab shop from which the lads and I have ordered for years. We’ve been in there after countless nights out and had them deliver to our doors, so we know the guys who work there pretty well. They’re mostly Turkish.

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Once a few of us got together for a short break in Turkey. Having got off the plane, we waited in the car park outside for another pal who’d been on a different flight. As we stood, soaking in the ambiance of a new country, none other than the tall guy from our local kebab shop walked across the road right in front of us, two thousand miles from home. That was weird.

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21. “Organ Playing”

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The pastor of the church where I was a musician informed me that a wedding couple would be coming to see me after Sunday services to discuss music for their forthcoming ceremony.

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It turned out to be a girl I dated in high school that I hadn’t seen or heard from since graduation and her fiancée. She remembered my organ-playing from back then and already knew what pieces she wanted — I didn’t even have to demonstrate.

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20. Thanks For Calling, Boss

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Back in the early/mid-’90s, the phone system changed and you no longer needed to dial the area code for a long-distance in-state call. (We’re a small state with only one area code). One morning, I woke up to the phone ringing and when I picked up, I recognized the voice on the other end as belonging to my old boss from a few years ago. She had an unmistakable voice.

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We had a nice conversation for a bit before she realized she had dialed the wrong number. I lived in a different town in a different part of the state, but the number must have been off by only one digit from the one she’d tried to call. To add to the coincidence, I had overslept and would have been late for work if she hadn’t called me and woken me up.

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19. Spooky!

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My grandmother had schizophrenia and severe paranoia. One of her major fears was that she was being watched, specifically people filming her. This is a common symptom, so we didn’t think it was that strange. One day, we were visiting a large city (far from our home), and there was a man with one of those old hand-held cameras pointed at us. This was making my grandmother quite upset, so my dad went up to ask the guy if he could put the camera away, but the guy took off running.

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About 10 or so feet into his run, he smashed into another guy and dropped his camera. He kept on running, and after a bit, I think he realized he didn’t have the camera, because he looked back, had this big face of fear and anger, shook his head, and kept on running. Dad picked up the camera and on it was about three-to-four hours of us walking around the city. Only us walking around the city. We never saw the guy again. A few years later, my grandmother died. This isn’t the first strange thing that’s happened to my family though.

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18. “You’re That Jerry!”

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Back about 10 years ago, I went on a first date with someone I met online through match.com. I live in the Philadelphia suburbs, she lives in the city. I drove into the city for your typical dinner and a movie, or a movie (Memento) and then dinner in this case. We enjoyed the movie and while we were talking and walking to dinner afterward, I told her what I did for a living, which was written image processing software at a small company she’d likely never heard of. She paused and asked, “You don’t by any chance know [name of coworker/friend I’ve known for many years], do you?” Why yes, yes I do, I say. Turns out she knows him through some online forum having to do with singing, and they’d actually met before at some event. We reflect on the unlikelihood of this. But that is not the coincidence I am writing about. We continue to the restaurant, having a great conversation, hitting it off. About halfway through dinner, I feel comfortable enough to tell her about having gone through colon cancer the year before, and the long recovery after having had my colon removed. Not your typical first date conversation perhaps, but she was interested. Anyway, after I mention the surgery, she asks where I had it done. “Penn,” I say. She pauses. Who was your oncologist, she asks. Okayyyy, I think, not the question I would have expected, but I tell her. She pauses even longer. Then she says, in fact, demands, “Who. Was. Your. Oncology. Nurse???” I tell her.

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At this point, she gets the most amazed expression I’d ever seen and says, “You’re…you’re…that Jerry!!!” And starts laughing uncontrollably. I’m like, what? What?? What?!? But every time the laughter starts to die down, she says, “You’re that Jerry!!!” again, which sets off another fit of laughter. She literally can’t get out anything coherent for at least five minutes, she’s laughing too hard. The suspense is killing me. Maybe ten minutes and a dozen, I finally am able to piece together that about a year before, she was sharing an office at Penn with my oncology nurse. She’s not in medicine herself; it just had to do with a shortage of space. The nurse used to tell her, “I have this one patient who would be perfect for you if only he wasn’t recovering from surgery and going through chemo.” She even told her the name of this patient. Of course, he was me, and she and I ended up dating for a year or so and are still good friends to this day.

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17. How I Met My Real Mother

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I met my birth mom after like 20 years. I was adopted before I was born. She would babysit me when I was 1 or 2, just so she could spend time with me, but that stopped when I grew up. I had a fine life, blah blah blah, but the closest I had gotten to seeing her was when her family sent Christmas cards. But I’d never seen a picture of her except for when she was in the delivery room.

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Anyways, I went to college. I was helping out the high school marching bands at a festival when I went on break. I was walking around the stadium with my friends when I saw this woman. I felt compelled to talk to her, so I walked up to her. She turns to me, her eyes turn wide, she throws her hands up to her mouth and walks up to me. She says “do you know who I am?” and I say, “I think you’re my mom?” She cries and hugs me and tells me about how I looked just like my birth dad. It was super weird. Probably the weirdest coincidence in my entire life.

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16. My Flute

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I used to play the flute in elementary school. I put these tie-dye hippie stickers on the case so I could tell it apart from everyone else’s and scribbled my name under the velvet liner. I grew bored with it a few years later and let my parents sell it to a family friend.

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Fast forward 10 years, and I’m over at my boyfriend’s parent’s house one day. I’m sitting on the couch and his little sister comes in from school and plops down next to me and shows me her new instrument. Lo and behold, it’s my old flute! It still has the stickers, so I pull back the liner and there is my name. Apparently they had bought it off someone that lived fairly close to my parents. Well, five years, a marriage and a beautiful baby girl later, we still get to play on it some times.

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15. Mysteriously, It’s My Wife!

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My wife and her brother were traveling through Europe in the spring of 1986. I was home working in California. I knew their itinerary but did not know exactly where they were. I hadn’t talked to them in a couple of days. I got bored, called an overseas operator, and got her to call a payphone outside of Monet’s Garden in Giverny. After about 15 rings, someone finally picked up the phone. It was my wife. Needless to say, it blew both our minds. One of the strangest things that ever happened to me in my life.

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At the time, cell phones were still in the distant future. And the operator picked this phone, not me. Because of the itinerary, it was not a total shot in the dark, but the fact that the time and place lined up for the phone to ring will baffle me until the day I die. My wife said she and her brother were walking out of Monet’s Garden when they heard a payphone start ringing. They ignored it, walked past it, and for some reason, my wife stopped, walked back and answered it. I have no explanations, just a very strange and cool experience. And a great story.

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14. Her Old, My New

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I had recently moved to cities and had a new local phone number. I had to make a lot of calls to various utilities, etc. to get everything all set up. I call one of them and am speaking with the customer service rep. All is going fine until she asks for my phone number. When I tell her, she starts freaking out on me. “Who are you?!?,” “How did you find me?!?,” “How do you know that phone number??!?” kind of stuff. Eventually managed to get her calmed down to the point where we could figure out what was going on.

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It turned out that she had been in an abusive relationship where her ex had stalked and harassed her, including him and his friends making threatening calls constantly. Eventually, she had moved to a different part of the city and taken a new, unlisted phone number. My new phone number was her old one, and the moment I said it, she assumed he had tracked her down once again and the harassment campaign was about to begin anew. I’m not sure she truly believed me when I explained it all, but we eventually got through the phone call

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13. It’s A Small World After All

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Two years ago I was in Tokyo on holiday. I looked on Instagram and saw an old friend post a story showing he was also in Tokyo. We hadn’t spoken in a few years, but I sent him a message letting him know we were in the same city. Not even 5 minutes later, we walked into a bar and he was standing there.

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This past November, I was in Toronto on business. After dinner, we went to a pub downtown. The first person I saw when I walked in, was the same friend from Tokyo. We both live in Winnipeg.

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12. A Double Date With My Coworker

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I worked half day and drove six hours from Southern California to Northern California for car camping with my wife. We chose an obscure campground which was neatly deserted (off-season). We picked the most deserted and remote campsite location (we planned on rocking the tent).

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We were bummed after setting camp and another couple selects site right next to us. Turns out to be a coworker I’d spoken with earlier that day. I hadn’t told that coworker anything about our plans because we weren’t close.

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11. Was It Destiny?

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Before our wedding, my husband to be and I were going through our old school pictures; his class picture from 1st grade was the same as mine and he was standing right behind me.

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I should mention that my family moved 200 miles away when I was in the 3rd grade and that I met my husband when we were in college. Neither of us remembers the other. Our friends don’t believe us, but I can’t blame them though, because even I still can’t believe it until now.

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10. Thanks To My Nagging Butt

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So my family has a cabin. When I was about 11, my dad and I went fishing at a pond that’s a short drive away from there. When we’d finished for the day, my dad wanted to go back the more direct way, which is about a 5-minute drive. I wanted to go on the backroads, which are more scenic but take about 15 minutes. After being a frankly annoying little crap, my dad agrees to go the backroads instead.

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So we drive along and come out onto the road that leads to our cabin. As we crest a hill, we see a crowd gathered around a tractor-trailer that had careened off the highway and jumped the barrier onto the access road. A crowd of people from our campground were around it. It was just in front of the entrance to the campground on the section of road we’d have had to travel on to get back the direct way. Dad asked some of the crowd what had happened, and they said that about ten minutes ago, it jumped the barrier and crashed, rolling over. Ten minutes ago would have been roughly the time dad and I would’ve been passing through there.

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9. The Puker

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When I was 18, I dated a girl who went to a Private School. She told me they were having a dance so I thought ok great, it’ll be a nice night. She told me that only boys from specific boy’s private school were allowed to come because of an incident once when they let everyone in. Some girl got really drunk and puked on the Headmaster’s shoes so they limited it to one boy’s school after that.

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Fast forward twelve years and I’m with my fiancé (different girl) at a wedding shower. I overhear my wife “I was so embarrassed when I puked on the headmaster’s shoes.” I yelled “THAT WAS YOU?… that’s awesome. I love you even more now that you’re famous.”

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8. My Mother’s Dream

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My dad died in 2011. In 2014, I was pregnant with my son. The due date was July 14th. My mom lives in Sweden, she wanted to be here when I gave birth. A month before I gave birth, she said she had a dream, and my dad came to her and said that she had to be with me by July 8th.

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I was like, haha ok, mom, whatever. I gave her so much crap on the 7th. It’s not happening, I’m not having any pain, your dream was a fluke. Lo and behold, I had my son July 8th.

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7. The Roommates

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One year, I got a roommate through Craigslist. The guy was weird for sure, but good-natured and paid rent. Anyway, after about two months of living with him, my cousin comes over to hang.

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I introduce the two and my cousin in the most chill voice ever said, “Nah man, we know each other.” Turns out they were college roommates five years earlier in another state.

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6. “What Are You Doing Here?!”

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I spent a few months living in the south of Spain last year doing a teaching internship. Prior to this, I had taught in my hometown in the UK and given some one-on-one tutoring sessions to students learning English as a foreign language. One of my students was a really cool Spanish dude who had moved to the UK to work and improve his English. I taught him for about a year and we became friends and got on really well. Eventually, he moved back to his hometown in central Spain, and, unfortunately, we didn’t keep in touch much and didn’t hear from him that often.

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Fast forward a year or so, and I move out to Spain for this internship. One day, I was sitting with a friend in a local park on a lovely Spanish sunny day having coffee and breakfast when I glance across to the main gate of the park and see my former student walking in with a friend. We both saw each other, did a double-take and ran up to each other shouting, “What are you doing here?!” Turns out, the friend he was with was from the city we were in and he was visiting him for the weekend. Probably the strangest thing ever that he had decided to visit this city I was living in and had decided to go to the same park at the same time I was there and us bumping into each other after not having seen each other in a year in a different country.

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5. Same Name, Same Age

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I live in New Jersey and my family had a house at the Jersey Shore during my childhood (we just sold it last year – RIP). So one day when I’m 2- or 3-years-old, my mom is watching me while I’m riding a Big Wheel trike down the street toward the bay. While this is happening, another mother is watching her child ride on his Big Wheel trike just down the block.

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I guess we weren’t being watched closely enough because our clumsy selves crashed into each other, and the other mother shouts something like, “X, what are you doing?” And my mother says, “Oh, my son’s name is X too!” They get to talking and eventually figure out that not only do we have the same name and we’re the same age… but we share the same birthday. I randomly crashed my little trike into a kid with the same name as me, who was born on the same day, 50 miles away. Over 30 years later, we’re still best friends.

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4. Grandma’s Message

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When I was 13, my grandmother passed away. We had a “send-off party” for her to celebrate her life after the funeral, and the whole family was at my parents’ house. I was feeling sad and overwhelmed so I went outside to be alone. I’m standing on the driveway under a big cherry tree that’s blooming with pink flowers. The tree is actually a huge pain in the butt because the petals fall off and get crushed and turn into a gross slippery pulp.

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I’m standing there feeling kinda lost and guilty (I hadn’t gotten a chance to say goodbye to my grandmother before she died) and I sort of hold my hands open in front of me, in a “what am I even doing here” motion and wishing my I had said goodbye, and no sooner do I hold my hand up, a full flower drops off the tree and lands squarely in my palm. It felt like a little message from my grandma and I still think of her when I see those trees.

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3. The Scar

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I met a Canadian guy while on holiday in South America and we ended up going sightseeing together. At the end of the day, a person behind us tapped him on the shoulder and asked if the scar behind his ear was from cancer surgery.

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They got talking. Turns out they were from the same small town in Canada, had the same type of brain cancer and had been operated on by the same surgeon.

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2. My Grandma’s Old Recipe Cards

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My grandmother died, so my family cleaned out the house and did the usual thing when people die. A few years later, my mom, being a crafty lady, went to a craft store and purchased a pack of papers with different designs on them (maps, newspaper clippings, etc.). One of the papers was a collage of recipe cards. She recognized the writing and the recipes.

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It was my dead grandmother’s recipe cards that had been scanned and turned in to artsy paper. These were thrown out in garbage bags in Toronto. The paper company was from California. Crazy!

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1. Who Wants To Buy?

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My wife and I were in Tucson Visiting my mother who just moved there. My wife decided she wants a tamale. We drove around for two hours stopping in restaurants looking for tamales. We couldn’t find one.

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We went back to my mother’s apartment. Literally two minutes later somebody knocked on the door of my mother’s apartment asking us if anyone wanted to buy any tamales.

Marijean Grace

Marijean Grace

Spreading some good positive vibes!