Life's little coincidences

lolly_896

Went on a "ladies" holiday with my family to Benalmedena. Ended up talking to a group of lads, one of them was in the Army and in the same regiment as i was. We had been in the same unit but had never crossed paths - he was now married to what had been my best friend in training and we had lost contact (before social media) We now keep in contact and have children born a day apart (born previous to our holiday)

Bumped into a lad from school in Disneyland Paris!

I worked in a hotel, and a family came in. They were Irish, in conversation i asked them where in Ireland were they from and they were from the same tiny village as my grandparents and great grandparents who were the local butchers!

Watto30

What a great thread

Have had quite a few coincidinces and have loved reading this

Back in October last year I went up to Scotland for my aunt and uncles golden wedding anniversary party and was sat next to this lovely couple who are friends of my aunt and uncle but I had never met them before we got chatting and asked me who I was and where I was from (essex but parents are scottish) and they said oh our daughter is same age as you and she goes out with a guy from same area as you they are both living in New Zealand now, our daughter met him in australia he was travelling with his friend a guy called chris but they couldn't remember this chris's surname, they told me their daughters boyfriends name but I didnt recognise it as anyone I knew and the evening carriend on.

A week later I went round to visit a friend of mine and she was showing me something on facebook and this girl had commented with the same surname as the boyfriend mentioned above so I said oh does that girl happen to have a brother called so and so, my friend says yes she does and I know him as he went travelling with another mate chris!! it was the same guy, but took me travelling to scotland and being sat next to random strangers who know my aunt and uncle to work out that this said guy from same area as me was now living in NZ with my aunt and uncles friends daughter! weird!!

Two years back I went down to the isle of wight with friends and we decided to go and visit osbourne house, there we were walking around one of the rooms and I saw a guy who works on the same office floor as me in London who happened to be visiting osbourne house on the same day as me! strange

Best one happened to me as a kid though Mum, Dad, brother and I travelling through London (we lived in essex) to visit one of the museums we get to a tube station and about to go through the barriers when brother starts jumping up and down pointing, it was our cousin from Ireland who had come over with his then girlfriend for a weekend and we were crossing paths at the same tube station, 5 minutes either way and we would have missed each other! v.weird!

Its a small world out there!

maman

maman wrote: »

I know what you mean but there's a bit of nostalgia there as well as the coincidence. I used to love seeing cars with the vehicle registration of my old home town. Then I'd look closely for a sticker to see if I knew the garage that'd sold it. Unfortunately new registration system has put paid to that but I do see a really old banger occasionally.

Having posted this earlier, this morning I pulled up a traffic lights right behind a J Reg car from my hometown which is 200+ miles away. And I was close enough to read the supplier.

cfkp1509

Mrs_Ryan wrote: »

when I was at secondary school, I got given a Latin book. These books had been in the school for years and inside was a slip of paper bearing the name and class of the previous users of the book... and there was my older sister's name who had left the school just as I was starting 1st year.

Same thing happened to me, although in my case it was an English text book. I was amazed, the book could have been given to anyone. Had to show my sister as soon as I got home

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this is interesting reading, not sure how much is true...

pulliptears

3 things spring to mind.

When I was 16 my parents took me to the USA, I was walking along San Diego harbour when my Dad suddenly stopped and began an in depth conversation with another Englishman. Turned out he worked with him and neither had known of the others plans to be in the USA.

Whilst on that break we went to a place called Gila Bend, a tiny town in the middle of the Arizona desert where my Dad had worked at one point. Mum was a decorator at the time for a pot bank. When pots were decorated the decorator had to put their number on the bottom of the item and it was removed before firing. Occasionally they slipped through though. Sitting in a diner in Gila our meals were brought out and Mum recognised her teacup as one from her factory. When she'd finished her drink she turned it over to reveal her decorator number.

The second was about 20 years ago, before mobile phones. My parents had a static caravan in Wales and were down there one weekend when I had the news that my cousin had been killed on his motorbike. As he'd died in Wales and was a Policeman at the time I'd not wanted Mum to see it on the local news so I tried to contact her.
She'd call me occasionally from the site phone box so my first thought was to call that. I did and she answered on the second ring.

I've done that many times though, called Mum and heard the buttons beeping because she's picked it up to call me at the second I've rung lol

Melaniep101

motherofstudents wrote: »

I find this quite interesting. There was something on tv a while back which told a few stories of coincidences. There was a man walking near a phone box when the phone started ringing. He answered it and it was someone ringing him but had dialled one digit wrong. Well, it was something like that, it is a while back. But it was full of coincidences you could hardly believe.

I think there is a word for it when it seems more of a coincidence .....is it serendipity ?

Something very similar happened to me about 15 years ago. I was a bit down on my luck, but had viewed a nice flat for me and my daughter to move into. I had gone to the nearest town to get some shopping and was going to call the owner of the flat from a phone box to let her know I wanted the flat. As I went into the phone box, the phone rang. I answered it and the lady on the phone asked if I had just called from that number to enquire about her flat. I recognised her voice and it was the same lady who's flat I had viewed! She must have thought I was mad, I explained I was just about to call her, and nobody else was around!

Someone was looking out for me that day.

minimacka

Ames wrote: »

A couple of years ago I went to a barbeque organised by the local tenants association and got talking to another resident's mum who was over for the day from Scarborough. I told her I grew up in Scarborough and it turned out she grew up round the corner from me - you could see her house from mine (although we were a few decades apart). I thought she looked familiar, and after she'd gone I heard someone say their surname. She'd said she was a teacher, and I realised she was a supply teacher we'd had in year 5 for one day who was so crap I still remember it.

I live in Scarborough lol

pukkamum

I've got a lovely story not my own but told to us by an elderly couple on holiday.
As a school girl the lady had been helped onto the train with her bags by a young soldier, she immediately liked the look of him but her father hurried her away from him, she often thought of him.
50yrs later she was on a cruise after losing her husband a year previously when she met a widower, they started talking, got on famously discovered he lived in the town next to where she had lived all her life.
They started a relationship and after being on the cruise they planned to meet up, she went over to his house one day a while after they started courting and saw a photo on his mantle of him as a young soldier.
Yes you guessed it he was the young soldier from the train station!

aliasojo

I think I might be believing in fate a bit more now after reading all these stories.