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Coincidence? Or fate?

I've always been a believer of fate. …

I started uni (university?) Feb. this year and I promised myself I would try not to start crushing on people because I easily did. I wanted my full attention on school. But of course my heart betrayed me.

It was during a lecture, I was seated in a middle row when I decided to take a look at my surroundings. That was when I saw this girl and I lost my breath for a second, but I reminded myself of the promise I made and pushed the thought of her aside. A little while later though as I was walking to class with a friend, we were completely absorbed in conversation and laughter when I noticed her walking in the opposite direction. I didn't really care that it was the same girl, then I realized she was smiling at me and she held her gaze until we had passed each other. I was blown away at first, then I decided it probably was nothing. But I would keep noticing her in my lectures and she would usually sit near me or when she wasn't, I would notice her continuously looking my way.

However, being me, I'm too shy to ever initiate anything. There would be times when I wished I saw and she would just appear, like this one time I was waiting for a bus and began wishing I saw her in the bus and I did.

Could it be fate trying to bring us together or is just coincidence (considering the area isn't as big as most places) or that we're probably running on a similar schedule?

Chance Meetings? Beyond Coincidence? Destiny or Fate? — Like ships passing on a ship, and at a museum, and at Times Square, and captured on camera, and …

Christmas 2014 I was taking a vacation with my family to New York, we went on a cruise ship first from England to New York. During the cruise I constantly found myself bumping into another man (who may I add was rather attractive) it would be in the lifts, behind each other in the line for lunch etc. It was quite strange but I kind of shrugged it over my shoulder and thought nothing of it.

One night while at the dinner table, I found myself constantly making eye contact with this same guy and I wasn't sure what I was doing??? But any who …

Once in New York, I had forgotten everything and anything of this guy until one day when visiting a museum, he was there. New York is a huge place, so to see this guy again in the same building was kind of strange but once again I ignored it and carried on enjoying New York. The fourth night of our stay we went to Times Square to find myself standing right next to the same guy???

All was well and my stay in New York was over sadly and I was ready to return home.

Once home in England I was looking through my pictures that I had taken from Times Square. I found a picture with this guy on it, it was a full length picture of me and he had just about made it on to the picture. You could only see half of his body but it was a clear shot of his face and I knew instantly it was him.

Months passed and I was casually having a nosey on my Facebook. I was looking through the suggestions to people you may know and randomly there was the guy. I was spooked, totally. I never added him or contacted him, but should I?

i love reading these and I was dying to tell my own, let me know if you think this is fate or was it was just coincidence that he was in same areas as I was and ended up on my pictures and on my Facebook. Let me know … x

Coincidence? Fate or destiny? Signs?

II have a group interview session at a collection agency tomorrow. Today during my shift at my current retail job, several "strange" things/coincidences occurred which made me wonder if these are signs the new job is the right fit for me. (I should note, what is considered "strange" for most folks is often very normal for me. Synchronicity with friends I haven't seen in a few weeks, dreams that come true, deja vu, these are all part of my day to day life.)

Anyhow, here are the things that took place:

1) A former co worker of my husband, and later my mom, comes through my till. When I ask him where he's working these days, he mentions the collection agency I'm being interviewed at tomorrow. I ask how he likes it, and he responds that he absolutely loves it. (At this point, I tell him about my interview, and he wishes me luck).

2) Near the end of my shift, after ringing through an older lady, she and I notice a middle aged fellow with a limp/physical disability slowly walk into the store. She turns to me, and asks if she can still get cash back, despite the fact that her order is complete. Long story short, she buys a small item and asks me to give her $30 back. When I hand her the money, she signs my receipt and places it in my hands. I have instructions to tell the man that an anonymous citizen (angel, if you ask me!) would like to pay for his groceries, and he is to keep the money as well. When the fellow comes through, it takes me a few minutes to convince him that it's legit and I tell him his money is no good to the store. He smiles a huge smile and we share a chuckle, then he nearly starts to cry and his smile had waned. I gently asked what was wrong, and I find out that he didn't have any money for food, and had taken it from his bills because he couldn't go hungry another day. He then says "I prayed to God like hell today to help me, and he's answered my prayer! I can't believe it!" I nearly started crying myself.

3) On my way home, I was texting my parents to tell them about the 2 incidents, and they felt they were both signs linked to my potential new job. As I was walking, I nearly stepped on a dime. Dimes are significant for our family; a friend of ours passed away a few years ago, and before he died, he had said that whenever we saw a dime, we would know that everything would be ok (instead of good luck pennies, he would say dimes were good luck). Since then, my folks, siblings and I have all found dimes on a regular basis. And every time we find one, they seem to come out of nowhere.

4) Lastly, once I was home from work, I signed onto facebook like I always do. The first thing I see on my news feed is a story that a friend had posted about a WalMart customer helping a war veteran with his groceries, and paying for his order. At the end of the story, the writer says how he/she was humbled by the good Samaritan's actions, and truly felt that God had answered a person's prayer who needed it.

I mentioned these incidents to friends of mine, and there seems to be an even divide of "just coincidences, nothing more" and "fate/destiny/signs." I'm leaning towards the latter of the two, just wondering what the consensus here might be.

Beyond Coincidence — "The last person I'd expect to see … Is this a sign?"

(minor edits) I live in Ireland and I've recently looked into destiny after what's happened to me.

Two days ago I was out at what you could say is homecoming to you Americans, but what we would call 'predebs'. It was a nice night. The interesting part of this story is the girl I kissed. As I entered the smoking area of the club I noticed this girl, Michelle, talking to a guy who showed no interest in her. He got up and left. I invited myself over, sat down and talked away to her, it was electric. I began to kiss her. She seemed to enjoy it. Few moments after that I went home….

This is where it gets interesting.

Today, two days after homecoming (predebs) I was supposed to go watch a comedy with my friend in a town far away, but before I could depart, my mother told me that her dear friend was moving to Australia and that she and her family was having a barbeque. She gave me the choice of going to the comedy or going to the party of friends and family. I decided to go to the party. As I drank away, enjoying the fire, the last person I'd expect to see was her—Michelle and her family had shown up to the party.

Of course I got talking to her, but I didn't make a move on her as I couldn't believe the odds of this happening. Like it's not everyday you kiss a girl at the club, and then go to a family party and see the girl whom you've kissed, show up at the same family party—apparently being next door neighbours. (Do note that this area is quite rural so it's not very populated.)

I'm not going to lie, the whole thought of it being destiny has my heart pumping, ha ha.

So what do you readers think, I'm quite amazed as to what has taken place. Feedback would be great. Is this a sign that I should take a chance at being with this girl? Is it a meaning? I actually laughed for a good on 15 minutes trying to come to my senses of what has actually happened. Thank you for listening.

Is meeting coincidence or fate? Timing is crucial.

I've always loved the idea of fate, but it's only in the last few years that I'm actually starting to feel like it's real. This story is probably going to sound ridiculous and like I'm looking for an impossible outcome, but I'd love some answers if possible.

So there's this guy; I don't really feel like naming him or giving every detail of how I know him, but I can tell you he's incredible. For a good few years now I've been waiting for a special moment that brings us together properly - even if it's like the movies where we bump into each other while miles from home - I guess because I'm scared to confront the matter with my feelings bluntly. Anyway, on several occasions now this has been ridiculously close. Firstly I was out for the day at some studios in London and found out that he attended the day after. Then myself and my family were planning to visit the natural history museum in London, but due to rain we decided not to go; I later found out he went the day I was supposed to. Then just a month or so later I went to a concert and heard from friends he had gone the day before too.

I know it's small things, but I can't help but get the feeling that something - whatever it is - is stopping us from meeting at these moments, so that it can happen correctly, at the right moment in the future. Am I stupid for thinking this? Has my belief in fate gone too far?

Beyond Coincidence — "… A spare set of keys …"

A friend of mine called Lisa did a lot of travelling in her early 20s and was delighted when an old friend from Australia found her on a social network site. They had lost track of each other’s years previously and now had a good chat, via e-mail and later Skype on how their lives had progressed since meeting on a kibbutz in the early 90s. The Australian friend Natalie was going to be in the UK in a few months and so they agreed that she could stay over with Lisa in London for a couple of days. Natalie didn't want to be a bind to Lisa and so was given a spare set of keys to her house so that she could come and go at leisure while Lisa was at work in the city. She stayed for a few days and then travelled up to Manchester to see some other friends.

A few days after Natalie had left she was having some drinks after work, which then led to a party at a friend's house, it was a great party by all accounts and Lisa stayed the night. Hung over and bleary eyed on Saturday morning, she headed home to her place to sleep off her hangover. Upon arriving home she was mortified to realise that she did not have her house keys on her, she thought she must have left them at her other friends or maybe even lost them the previous evening. Standing at her front door, she was in a foul mood and using her mobile phone, started looking up locksmiths who could come and force an entry into her house; she was totally cursing her bad luck.

It was then that the postman opened her front gate and walking down her path (whistling by all accounts) handed her some mail. She took the bundle and managed a grunt while still looking for a suitable locksmith. It was at this point that upon dropping the mail onto the step, she noticed the Jiffy Bag in the post. She wondered what the parcel might be and opened it. To her utter delight the parcel was from Natalie, a brief note apologising for not leaving the house keys through the letter box as arranged—along with the house keys all bundled up.

Apparently Lisa looked to the sky and mouthed the words, "Thank you."

"It was a visit to a Goddess' Temple on Sunday."

I'm male, aged 27 years now. It happened when I was 25 years old, two years ago. I had been to another city for my academic internship in the Court of Law. As it was a Sunday I decided to roam around the city and beyond to explore the places that I hadn't seen. I had to meet a friend's friend for discussing about arrangements regarding stay. He was busy with his family, hence the visit was cancelled. I started moving in some direction so that I could circle the city and get back to the hotel where I had stayed. I found out a tourist place en-route and many interesting buildings. I visited it. While returning back I observed many vehicles moving in one direction that goes to a Famous Temple in South India, I followed the vehicles up to a mile or so. Later a strange thing happened—I saw another temple's sign board. I turned towards it. When I visited it—O.M.G. it was none other than the temple that I had visited the same early morning in my dream. WAIT. I proceeded inside—the same statue of the Goddess and the Priest. I really wondered what caused me to visit it when I had never ever seen nor heard about it in my life till then.

I still get goose-bumps recalling that.

It would be helpful if somebody could give an explanation for that. Thanks!

Dream warning. Precautions taken. Safe trip.

A night two days before a trip to York (England) I was awoken by a nightmare. In the dream I was in a tunnel with a car (sideways) in it and I was holding a mobile phone with a text message on screen. It read, "Fire! Fire! Fire! FIRE!" (all different size text) and had the words, "Very Ice!" in the bottom right corner of the screen.

The message was from my wife. It was the feeling of fear that woke me. When the day of the trip came, I purchased a car fire extinguisher for the trip. I had to do it! The trip over two days was approx. 350 miles with an overnight stop in Stafford with friends. I said to my wife beforehand we would avoid any tunnels by car.

On the first day in York we decided to go to the Steam Train museum. We bused in to town on a park and ride. And made our way to the museum. As we got minutes away, the traffic went under an arch. We entered an archway—into a tunnel. My wife looked at me and said, "Oh no!" I said, "Yes, it is the one!" Oddly not wide enough for a car, but the odd ceiling configuration was just as the dream. We proceeded rapidly! To the end.

Later that day we analysed and decided that the "Fire!" might of been related to the Steam Trains at the museum. The "Very ice!" (possibly lots of ice message) might of been the fact I forgot to defrost a freezer while away so a relation popped in to switch it off. We felt relieved. The only mystery was there was no car and it could not fit in the tunnel anyway.

On my return I researched the "Tunnel at Leeman Road" which goes under the railway line of the current York station. I found a clip on YouTube of two young ladies after a night out on the town. In high spirits they giggle their way through. About 40 seconds in a face becomes visible, a ghost has been suggested … also one of the girls says, "There is a car at the end of the tunnel."

Take a look at the clip. I would suggest the face of the "ghost" could be a strange lighting situation, but how odd she mentioned the one piece of the puzzle (the car) missing from my nightmare.

Two other strange things happened on that trip involving coincidences. But I don't believe in coincidences. I believe in synchronicity. Everything is meshed together and happens in predetermined sequence. Thanks.

Beyond Coincidence — "… The spookiest of my life."

Most of my experiences are of spontaneous and immediate wish fulfillment. Like when I needed a particular book not in circulation for more than 40 years, I immediately get it in flea market without rummaging—literally staring at me, not once but twice.

Another one I have cheated in my BSc Physics practical exam by copying old readings of an electrical circuit project. The Examiner asks me to press key and verify a reading. I know I will be caught because my set up is bogus. Just then the supply goes off.

Another one way back in 1976, I want to know the time, but the wind-up clock has stopped. I switch on the radio though transmission is not due for another half hour, but immediately, a voice tells the time over the static—and this one is the spookiest of my life.

Beyond Coincidence. Destined to be together—and a photo proves it.

(This beautiful story about fate is longer than most, but very much worth the read) When my mother was 21 years old (in 1982) she went from the Dominican Republic to Sint Maarten (Saint Martin. Pop. of approx. 35,000 back then) to visit one of her siblings that lived there. In 1982, however, my mother was still single. She hadn't even met my father (as he was still married to his second wife, whom he divorced three years later). My uncle had a small auto parts shop near the now "Dutch quarter" area; only shop that sold auto parts in that area 30 years ago. One day while my mom was visiting and helping my uncle tidy up, two guys came in the shop (one of them on vacation from Afghanistan, but born and living in the U.S., who was visiting his girl who lived in Saint Martin … eventually it didn't work out, you can figure out why) complaining about an issue he had with a car he had borrowed from his then brother-in-law who was the other guy that came in the shop with him.

My uncle had just opened up the shop seven months earlier, but the business wasn't blooming just yet, so he had a habit of taking pictures of every new customer that came in the shop with one of those instant cameras ("shake to make" my brother called it). Being that my mother was there, she eventually was in the picture with my uncle and the other two guys. My uncle checked the guy's car, sold him a part he needed and everyone went on with their lives.

Two days later my mother returned to the Dominican Republic taking the picture from two days before with her as a souvenir. A few years later, three to be exact, about four months after my dad divorced his second wife, he and my mother met at a restaurant where my mom was a waitress. My dad was there to meet with a cousin that never showed up. They hit it off and within a year's time they were married (1986). I was born about a year and a half later in December of 1987. And in 1992 my mother came to live to New York with my father and my then 6-month-old brother; leaving me to be raised by my grandparents while she gathered what she needed to take me with her (I was almost 5).

Ten years later the day for me to reunite with my family finally came and I moved to New York with my parents. I learned the language, finished high school and went off to college in upstate New York (2005). The very first class of my first semester in college I met a guy named Said. It was his sophomore year, but he hadn't taken this class which he needed in order to continue with his other courses (English 201). We started being friends. He showed me around. Hangout places, restaurants, library, bookstore, malls, you name it. We became really close and a few months later we started dating, although it was briefly (for about three months in 2006) and then we decided to break it off and we just focused on our studies and school work and rarely spoke to each other, until his senior year in late 2007 when we started dating again (for real this time). He finished his BA in accounting (2008) and I finished a year later in psychology. We stayed together and eventually got married in mid 2011 and moved to Pennsylvania.

About a week ago, I came to New York to help my mother with some remodeling she was doing in the apartment and she was going through and throwing many things away. We took a break to make some food and while we were eating she showed an old photo album she had come across (that she thought she had lost when she changed apartments back in 1998). Flipping through it I came across many pictures of my mom's childhood and pictures of her wedding and being pregnant, including the picture she took from St. Martin. When I saw it, I started tearing and coughing and choking on the piece of chicken I was chewing. My mother got a little upset because she thought I was laughing at her (you know how our parents look a little weird in old photos).

When I finally caught my breath I explained to her that it wasn't because of her, but because one of the guys in the picture was Hassan, my husband's father!!!

When she took a good look at it she realized that what I was saying was true and that day we paid him a visit in Queens, New York, where he has lived all these years. He explained to us that the reason why it didn't work out with Cynthia (his girlfriend from St. Martin) was because of the distance, but also because he had met Athena, my husband's mother, six months after he had return from his vacation.

When I showed him the picture his jaw drooped to the floor and he started yapping about him telling my husband a few days earlier that the world was a really small place because he had bumped into an old buddy from when he lived in Afghanistan, and boy is he right. When I told my husband the story and showed him the picture he was speechless for about 10 minutes, then he said that he always believed it was meant to be between us and that's the reason why he asked me out again (sooo glad he did).

And roaming through the Internet about fate I came across this website and wanted to share the story because I think it a beautiful thing that happened to me, but also so that people don't give up on their destiny. One day when I have children, it would be a really cool story to tell them.

Amazing coincidence — Dream ring

Hello! I have a very amazing coincidence story. I am in my early twenties. Five years ago, I dated my first serious boyfriend. We dated for about eight months before he went off to bootcamp for the Navy. I loved him more than anything and would've taken a bullet for him. We talked about marriage and a family and he planned to propose with a gorgeous ring. But until the money came in for that, he had me pick out a more suitable ring for the finances at the time. I personally created and had the jeweler put together my "dream ring" for the amount we were spending. It was simple, but telling. And very unique, given instead of a clear diamond, I chose an aquamarine stone. I wore the ring everyday for over a month. I would admire it and got very upset when I scratched the side of the band and it was slightly scuffed.

Seemingly, overnight, I grew distant from him and almost was grossed out by him. I can't explain the feeling, just that obviously something higher than me was warning me to stay away. Even when he texted or called me, I was sick to my stomach and felt like I didn't know him at all. I broke it off with him while he was still away. But, he didn't seem to mind. He actually immediately starting dating my friend a couple of weeks later. I didn't want this ring around anymore so I went to the local pawn shop and got $45 for it. I went and bought a new pair of shoes with that money. I was a new person.

Fast forward two years, and I worked at an office handling customer service calls. I rarely needed the printer, but at that moment I was standing and waiting for a document to print. At that moment, a female co-worker (around 40 years old) came up and stood next to me. After some meaningless chitchat, we both noticed the printer was out of paper. She put her hand on the printer to stabilize herself and then bent to look inside the printer tray to make sure there were no jams. I have never felt the need to look at a ring more in my life. I stared in disbelief that she was wearing the ring that I made just two years earlier. I commented that it was a beautiful ring and asked where she got it. Her husband liked to buy her unique jewelry at the same pawn shop and he came across this one about a year earlier. I didn't say anything about it being mine, I simply asked if I could take a closer look at it. Without hesitation, she took it off and handed it to me. I was in shock to see the same exact markings on the sides of the bands. I smiled and complimented it once more before giving it back. The rest of the day, I found myself looking up and smiling at the amazing "coincidence."

Beyond Coincidence — "This can’t be happening … They pop into my head and then they die."

My story starts when I was a junior in high school; I was 16. I had a friend whom we played softball together when we were younger, but not in the later years, so even though we had class together would rarely talk unless to say "hello", maybe ask each other for help in class. Then out of the blue we would talk a lot more in class and once I did think, "Wow all this time in class and barely talk to each other now but didn't read into then. We went back to the normal "hello" being we didn't have the same group of friends therefore there wasn't much we could talk about.

Within 2 months she was dead—died while drinking and driving maybe around November 2005. At that point beyond the shock, all I could think was why her. She was such a good person.

Within a month, not exactly which order because I never read into it before these two accidents, I saw a classmate that I hadn't seen all through high school and we go to a relatively small school. We passed each other in the school parking lot. We said "hi" and that was the end of that. Then I thought wow, how weird I've never seen him all these years. As I'm typing this I'm remembering that he did play softball with me and the previous girl mentioned, but I don't think we were ever on the same team. Anyways back to the story. After seeing him, or before, not sure, I thought "man you know who I haven't seen and thought of, another male classmate" and put no more attention to it.

Well about three weeks later in December 2005, they were both involved in a car accident where one died at the scene, while the other boy died the following morning from his injuries.

At this point I was like … how weird that I never seen them for a few years and finally see or think about them and this happens.

Miracle by Chance. A Story of Love Destined to Be.

©Copyright - by Jeannette Gardner (December, 2007) This is a 'true story' about how I met my boyfriend (now husband) on a dating site on the Internet. It's the unbelievable story behind it that's truly amazing of fate and destiny!

I used to hang out at a country bar called the Club Palomino. I loved listening to good bands there, and dancing to their country rock music. I used to drag my friend out to see my favourite band playing called Cheyenne, who were amazing and always packed the place. My friend and I used to get up and dance to their songs. I was interested in the rhythm guitar player in the band, to me, he was the best looking one, and I loved his voice along with his rhythm guitar sound. Yes, I had the 'hots' for him and would goggle eye him playing his guitar/singing while I was on the dance floor, or just standing at the bar listening and staring. I've always had this thing for bands as I play guitar too, and always wanted to play in a band. They played there for a long time and were the best band at the Club Palomino. I would go there as much as I could just to hear them play, and of course, always watching my favourite player. The sad part about it was I used to see him with a blonde girl, not knowing if she was his girlfriend or wife.

After seeing them playing there for a long time, the Club Palomino closed down. Yes, the club had been sold. Wouldn't you know it, a huge townhouse sub-division was put up and the club was gone. So were all the bands and my favourite band, Cheyenne.

When I first found out about the club closing down, I wanted to approach Cheyenne; particularly the rhythm guitar player and ask where they would be playing in the future. But I didn't have enough courage to do that. I guess things happen for a reason.

15 YEARS LATER......

As time went on I met someone and got married. That was a mistake. Eventually we got a divorce. I started going out to bars, again, got tired of it and not meeting anyone decent enough. I wasn't crazy about the bands playing at other bars either. Later, a friend told me to join a particular dating site on the Internet, which I thought I would never do. But, I thought I would check it out for fun as I heard so much about it through people even meeting their soul mates from that site. Surprisingly enough, I had a few dates, meeting in public places, but just didn't find the right one and thought I never would from a dating site. I sort of gave up on it until one night after getting home from a bar, which I hated, I went on my computer. For some reason I logged in that site again which I was really glad I did. I got an interesting email from a guy and liked his picture. I was also touched by his email and that he was also interested in my picture and profile.

From then on we started emailing each other quite a lot from that site. We seemed to have so much in common through our emails. We continued writing and eventually got on MSN, and chatted for quite some time. He was Bulgarian and I was Hungarian, how common was that! We discovered from our MSN chats that we had so much in common. It was really amazing. Our families even lived in the same town of all places. We chatted every night as often as we could.

And then, a miracle happened! We started chatting on our computers about music. Wow! We also liked all the same music and we both wrote songs. I told him I liked country music and used to frequent a particular bar about 15 years ago, which had closed down. Of course he asked me the name of the bar back then. I told him the Club Palomino. He was really surprised and told me he used to play there. I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not! He said he would send me a picture of his band that played there. I thought, 'yeah right' to myself as I waited patiently in front of my computer for the picture. Lo and behold, a huge picture came up on my screen: CHEYENNE, CLUB PALOMINO. I freaked! I couldn't believe it! It was him in the picture with Cheyenne. The guy I was interested in who was the rhythm guitar player in my favourite band. I was so shocked that I went crazy seeing this picture! It was just unbelievable! Like a miracle happened suddenly! Like a fairy tale! We carried on chatting every moment we had for some time, and eventually he gave me his phone number. We started talking on the phone every night. It was just amazing all the things we had in common about everything! Yes, it was too good to be true!

After about three weeks of talking on the phone every night, chatting on the computer and exchanging pictures, we decided to meet. I was brave enough for him to pick me up at my mother's place as I developed this trust in him, by his voice and his honesty. I met him downstairs in front of my mother's apartment building. He got out of his car, and the first thing we did was look at each other and started laughing and laughing like crazy, and couldn't stop laughing! He took me to the local Canadian Legion where we talked, had a drink together (still laughing) and we got more acquainted. Eventually we went into another room and sat down at a table. After a while, he asked me if I didn't mind if he got up on stage to do a solo. Hey, a man singing with his guitar was like being in heaven. He got up on stage and started playing his guitar and singing in front of an audience. That did it for me. I was hooked! And the guy I admired 15 years ago was performing in front of my eyes, and, was my date! I was in heaven!

We dated for about two years and it was absolutely wonderful. Eventually we bought a condo. Then, the final surprise! After moving into our condo, we looked out the window and to our astonishment what did we see? The office building of the dating site we joined, of all things! What a coincidence that was! It will be nine years being together, playing music, and still laughing! We are just two peas in a pod!

He met my friend who I was with at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, and he also remembered seeing us dancing while his band Cheyenne played. He also remembered me standing at the bar at times. I used to watch him go to the bar for his coffee and I know our eyes met each other's at that time. It sure is strange crossing one another's paths some 15 years ago—and now, being together in a different time in the future, and remembering!

And by the way, that blonde girl he was with at the Club Palomino, was the girl he eventually married which lasted eight years. He went through a brutal divorce. He did tell me that when I first saw him at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, that I should have approached him and told him she was 'bad news'. It's funny how life is, it just wasn't meant to be back then.

Fate brought us together. We met our ‘soul mates’! We got married on Nov. 21, 2009.

What are the chances! - Two strangers meet Beyond Coincidence

I have a childhood girlfriend that I grew up with in Florida. I moved away to Massachusetts and had three girls. Sheri moved from our area we grew up in to Ocala which is about 5 hours away from where we grew up. She has three boys and a girl.

One of my daughters moved back to the area where we grew up. Kristen my daughter is a Sergeant in the army and has made a career of it. Sheri's two of the three boys are in the army.

This past week Kristen is on a training mission in St. Augustine FL, and who do you think she has a chance meeting with but my childhood friends oldest son.

They meet out as a group, he starts discussing with my daughter, his younger brother who just joined the Army. My daughter asks him, "Is your mother's name Sheri?" And he states to her, "Yes. How do you know that?"

Kristen tells him, "My mother and your mother grew up together. They are long distance friends through FB."

So weird the world is a very small place sometimes. I had to share cause, what are the chances of two strangers meeting that have a connection? … dududududududuuuu …

Chance Meeting at the Nazca Plain in Peru — What are the chances!

I once saw a stunning photo of the mysterious ruins of Machu Picchu Peru, like I'd seen photos of the temples at Luxor, and the pyramids in Giza, and knew I wanted go there. I had also seen the 1982 film, Fitzcarraldo, about a rubber baron with a passion for opera who dreams of building an opera house in the Peruvian jungle. Adventurous. Exotic. I'm in.

I researched to see what more I could see: Iquitos, a border town you can only reach by plane or riverboat, gateway to Peru's Amazonian wilderness, where I stayed a few days in a jungle camp—and not the cozy eco-lodges of today, I mean screening tacked to rough wood framing with no electricity and beetles the size of your fist. It was a blast!!!

I booked through American Express Travel On Your Own for the following: Lima, with its bullet-scared buildings from the last military coup. Cuzco and Machu Picchu. Iquitos and the Amazon jungle camp. And why not add a little side trip, while I was in the neighborhood, to check out the lines on the Nazca plain.

So I arrived at the Nazca site and lunched in an outdoor restaurant where monkeys scurried above on open rafters. Time came for my flight over the plain to view the mysterious carved lines. I walked to airport (?) (for lack of a better word); it's a dirt runway surrounded by jungle. Now I'm nervous. And I'm all alone. I took a seat on the waiting bench, really just a piece of wood off the ground, under a little thatched roof.

Suddenly, there was an older guy at the other end of the bench. Maybe he was there all along but I had just noticed him. It was only him and me in the middle of the Peruvian jungle sitting beside a dirt runway—not another soul in sight.

I glanced over and said, "Hi."

He smiled and said in perfect English, "That sounds American."

"I am." I said. "And you?"

"Me too. From where?"

I didn't want to divulge personal information in case he led a gang of thieves back home to rob my house, so I said, "New England."

"Me too. What state?"

"Connecticut," I reluctantly confessed. "And you?"

"Me too."

I asked what city and he said, "You probably never heard of it. REDACTED."

"Oh My God! You won't believe it but that's where I live too," I said. "What street do you live on?" The coincidence ended with our town, pop. 50,000 (not millions).

Now we're buddies. And, I know his name because he's the owner/editor of our local newspaper where my best friend was working, and still does thirty years later. Turns out he and his wife were traveling with another couple, but the sightseeing plane fit only three passengers, so he had to take the next flight—my flight.

What are the chances?

Beyond Coincidence — Pizza Order by Mental Telepathy?

I stopped after work and ordered a pizza, half sausage and half meatball which is what I usually order. About five minutes after I ordered, I was thinking I really wanted half beef instead of meatball. I thought, Oh well, next time. When I got home, you guessed it, half sausage and half beef was in the box.

Beyond Coincidence — Misplaced Earthquake Premonition

In Mid-December 2009 while reviewing my homeowner's insurance policy for renewal, I was stunned to see that earthquake insurance was not included. No damage coverage for earth quakes and shifts, tremors, mudslides nor volcanoes. The thought nagged me. Now I have to say, in southern New England we haven't had volcanic fissures in 200 million years, but I worry about such things. The last earthquake to cause hairline cracks in wall plaster was in the 1940s. We were over due and I felt vulnerable. Maybe it was the mudslide threat that kept me up at night, not common, but at least remotely possible. I renewed the policy as it was, but the thought still nagged me and my concern seemed to get worse. After a week of fretting, I called my insurer and added earthquake coverage to my new policy beginning early January 2010.

The very next day after my call, a house located down state was in danger of collapse due to a mudslide, an event so uncommon that it made the evening news. That mudslide must have been what I was feeling. I relaxed for a few days even though my insurance was not yet in effect, but anxiety grew stronger to near panic as January neared. All I could think of during that first week of 2010 was earthquake. Earthquake. EARTHQUAKE! Time is running out! Am I covered yet? The following week I knew what I was plugged into—the whole world knew. On January 12, 2010 the strongest quake in 200 years struck Haiti.

A Chance Meeting in New York City — What are the chances!

Back in the 1970s I began my career in commercial art at a big ad agency in Hartford, Connecticut, much like the script of AMC's popular TV show MAD MEN. We worked on national accounts that spent big budgets for first class work. I was Art Production Manager and became good friends with Pat, an Assistant Art Director. We were two of only three women in almost-management positions in the Creative Department of about fifteen. I was from a small-ish town in Conn., population less than 50,000 and Pat, from an even smaller town in Maine, so we had a common histories. Life was good—interesting, exciting and fun—full of dreams and opportunity.

Eventually I was promoted to Art Director (the first woman to hold the spot), and I married. Pat won the big prize: Madison Avenue, New York City, where she was an Art Director. She met and married a Wall Street investment banker and lived happily ever after, I hope. (We lost touch.)

Anyway years later, I was visiting NYC for the day, a Saturday, with my husband and another couple. I had not yet begun my world travels and a day in New York was a big adventure. The four of us were walking down the street, likely lost and looking for a lunch spot that wouldn't leave us penniless, when I turned to speak to my husband. At that moment, a woman rushed out of a bank we were passing, and she and I literally crashed into each other.

You guessed it. There was Pat—the one person I knew who lived in NYC, population more than 7 million. We spoke for a few minutes then all went on our way. What are the chances?

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