Coincidences

last year my OH and I went to Barbados to celebrate our 40th anniversary.

On our last night at the bar I heard a familiar accent and so struck up a conversation with a couple that we had never met before.

It turned out that the man had been brought up in the same area as me and his Dad lives in the same road as we do. We know his Dad very well and often 'pass the time of day' with him.
They were also celebrating their 40th anniversary - on the same day as ours!

We watched the movie and it was brilliant

Many years ago I met a small group of postgraduate students in Cambridge and got talking to a young Englishman. A few months later I met the same young man at a conference in Finland. This was not so much of a coincidence as we had the same professional interest. We did not keep in touch. However it was quite strange that, two months later, we suddenly bumped into each other in Sauchiehall Street when I had gone to Glasgow to meet some old school friends. I haven't seen him since.

I just remembered another one. This was back in the 80s. My Dad had complex health issues and was under various hospitals. One day he rode his motorbike a long journey and felt ill. He got to the side of the road and passed out on the grass verge. He awoke to people asking how he was and when he answered a man said “I recognise that voice! Take your helmet off “ He did and learned he’d passed out outside his specialist’s house, and the doctor happened to have the day off! Dad obviously had no idea where his doctor lived

My son lived in Somerset and decided to have a BBQ to celebrate his 30th birthday.

At the BBQ we got chatting to one of his friends who was a pilot on attachment from the New Zealand Navy.
His surname was the same as that of one of my uncles.

In the conversation he mentioned that before he left NZ he had been contacted on FB by some random person asking if he had any relations in the North West of the UK - he didn't.

That turned out to be my Mother who had been researching our family tree!

varian
I thought you were going to say "Dear Reader, I married him"!

Coincidences are just that- coincidences. How many times have you been on holiday and don’t meet someone from the same town? How many times do you think of someone and they don’t ring you immediately? You wouldn’t remember- you only remember the unusual times when these things happen.

I still like them though.
It proves that we're all interwoven, wherever we are.

When my mother in law died, husband and I had just been to register her death and were driving home in the car, talking about music for her funeral. We had chosen a couple of tunes, but were totally stuck on choosing the last one. All of a sudden one came on the radio which she used to love. My daughter had been in a children's rock choir when she was younger. They used to sing "Words" by the Bee Gees, and my MIL always had a tear in her eye when she saw them sing it in concert. We had totally forgotten about this tune, and we just looked at one another in complete astonishment. It was as if she was reminding us.

It proves that we're all interwoven, wherever we are

Six degrees of separation.
But they often turn out to be one or two.

When I was 17, I wrote a fictitious story about a huge earthquake that was going to happen in autumn in the province of Avellino (Italy). In the story I imagined people running for their lives and leaving on trains. In November 23rd, 1980 a very intense earthquake hit in the exact area
that was in my story. My teacher couldn’t believe it. There were many casualties, between 2,483–4,900 dead, 7,700–8,934 injured, and 250,000 displaced.

A few years ago I was on a yacht on Sydney Harbour, 20 people on board. It turned out that 3 of we ladies were all born in the same hospital in England. One was not happy that I recognised a bit of a Liverpool accent, she didnt realise she had one!

Goodness Allie2! You could be very useful to seismologists who are always taken by surprise.

When I was un Sydney Bigred18 there was a huge cruise ship blocking the my view of the opera house and many peope with Liverpool accents were enjoying the harbourside! ??

Dh and I went to a show in London. We had to move seats and who was sitting in front of us but my DB and his wife. Neither of us knew we were going.

7 years after moving back to Orkney following an absence of almost 20 years, I discovered that the house we had bought had been rented by the the mother of the first Orcadian I ever made friends with at school when I was 14. My first boyfriend whom I met the same year was Orcadian as is my husband with whom I moved to Orkney the first time in 1974. This is our third attempt to live here permanently. We're hoping to stay this time. I really feel I'm meant to be here.