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Good luck. Fate. blessing. An error in the matrix. Or, if you’re less certain, merely a coincidence.

From a statistical standpoint, it is a random and meaningless phenomena. However, it frequently feels so unbelievable to us humans that a supernatural or heavenly explanation seems much more believable—and far more entertaining to accept.

For that reason, we’ve compiled a list of some of the most intriguing coincidences that people have encountered and posted online. Read their experiences by scrolling down, give the ones that astonished you an upvote, and leave a comment if you have your own!

1.

A stranger who had stopped to assist my daughter the night she was killed in a double hit-and-run in Colorado also happened to be a witness to the second automobile that struck her. Despite the fact that his attempt to save her life was eventually futile, he had been trying to assist her by calling for an ambulance. In my opinion, the stranger is a hero.

In order to avoid having to pass the location where my daughter died every day on his way to and from work, the man who attempted to assist had to change employment because he was so traumatised by what he had seen. When he and his wife moved, they cancelled their landline, which had nothing to do with the disaster. Despite my best efforts, I was unable to express my gratitude to him because he had moved, his employment had changed, and he no longer had a phone that I could use to dial 411. I ultimately came to the conclusion that, even if I couldn’t express my gratitude to him directly, it would have to suffice.

In summary, he connected me with his colleague, and I was able to convey my appreciation for her husband’s work that evening by email. She replied to my email by saying that her husband was thankful she didn’t have to die alone, even though he was really sad he couldn’t save her. In my opinion, he is a hero, and I’m delighted I had the opportunity to express our family’s gratitude to him. May he be richly blessed, as well as his loved ones.

2.

A few years ago, I was on my way to a job interview. Two additional males are coming up to the entrance from various directions as I enter. The other enters, shaking his head in shock, as the first one rushes to cut the other off and enter the door first. The first person rushes to the lift and pushes the button as I enter behind them, leaving the lift unattended for the other guy and myself. We wait for the next lift when the second guy simply shakes his head once more. I’m asking myself “Can you believe some people?” And we both laugh slightly.

We exit the lift together as, as it turns out, we are going to the same floor. We enter an office where the receptionist is wrapping up a phone call and guy #1, Mr. Impatient, is standing at the desk tapping his foot. “Can I help you?” asks the receptionist. And he continues, “I’m here to see Mr Smith for an interview at 3:30.” The time now is 2:50.I’m thinking, “Great, this guy is interviewing for the same position I am and he will act like the sweetest guy during the interview.” Telling the receptionist, “I am Mr. Smith’s 3 o’clock interview,” I stoop down. I get glares from Mr. Impatient.

3.

A friend of mine was writing on a paper about some of the WWII action back in the 1980s. He was working on an event involving a British officer who was posted to an American unit. He didn’t know how to get further information about the cop, and he needed it. Someone advised getting in touch with the Imperial War Museum in London to ask them for a lead or other source on where to look for him. So he called the Imperial War Museum on the phone. The person who answered the phone asked him whether he knew the name and regiment of the WWII officer he was trying to find. When he provided them, the answer was, “Speaking.”

4.

I once pulled over to assist a man with changing a tyre. In his car were two very small children and an arm in a sling. He thanked me and said he wanted to return to work since he didn’t want to harm his arm any more.

Three months later, I’m in a really unsightly motorbike accident. My back was broken, as one of the EMTs observed. I would have been paralysed if they had gone on. That was averted by his fast thinking.

I had the opportunity to meet the EMT team that saved my life when I recovered.

Who was it that saw my back was broken? I had changed the guy’s tyre.

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6.

Unusual meeting in Thailand
It was my first time travelling alone to Thailand. When I got there, I went for a bite to eat on Khao San Road, which is one of Bangkok’s busier thoroughfares. I greet a gorgeous girl who was in queue behind me while I wait in queue for some meal.

“Where are you from?” she asked.
ME: “You from New York?”
HER: “Israel.” In New York, where?
ME: “A location in the Bronx called Riverdale.”
HER: “That’s awesome. Is Daphne your mother?
ME: “:: disbelieving expressions:: YES… how in the hell…”

As it happens, she sat in on me as a newborn. When she was young, her family moved back to Israel from New York. Twenty-five years later, we cross paths.

7.

I had to travel to London for an interview 38 years ago. I left early since I was anxious and the job was for three times my current income. I planned to park in Hammersmith and take the train to their offices near Leicester Square (now a MacDonalds) after driving down the M4.Since I rarely drove into London, I pulled into the Hammersmith gas station to fill up my MG Midget and enquired about the location of the parking lot. A man came in clearly hurried as I was about to pay, so I moved aside and said, “You go first.” I’m not in a rush. He thanked me, paid, and walked away. I took the tube to my interview after paying and parking.

8.

I lost my dog, Marko, one day. He is by far the cutest and most daring corgi ever, and he fled the house. I wasn’t devastated for long, though, since a neighbour farther down the street—let’s call her Sarah Hall—finally left me a voicemail informing me that she had located my dog and that her children were bringing him over. Thankfully, my name, address, and phone number were on his dog tag.

That seemed like a fantastic conclusion to the story, but later, as I’m in queue at Disney and cleaning up my voicemail history, I think about Sarah Hall’s voicemail. Something made sense. When I got home from a nice day at the theme park, I picked up the poster and noticed the words, “If found, please call Sarah Hall.” I was simply amazed when the number remained the same. It everything comes full circle when she finds my dog and I discover her dog six months later.

9.

One morning, a good buddy of mine called me in a panic, waking me from my hazy slumber.

He filled me in on all the specifics of how his car was stolen that morning. How he contacted the police, how they broke in, etc. Everything dull. “Watch out for it,” he concludes in jest. Yes, exactly as I had assumed, it has probably already been destroyed. After we hang up, I go about my day as usual.

When lunchtime rolled around, I made the decision to drive the five minutes home to eat. I got a call from a friend when I was driving home. It has nothing to do with the stolen car; it’s just a catch-up call.

10.

I experienced this yesterday.

While at a bar in Oceanside, California, I saw that one of the bartenders had on a shirt featuring an outline of Ohio. Since I was raised in Ohio, I enquired about his origins:

“My hometown is Cleveland.”

“Me too. a bit to the south of it.

“In reality, we are acquainted. You gave me my first AFI record and trained me at a restaurant.

My age is thirty-three. I taught this 16-year-old boy named Pete how to bus tables at an Italian restaurant when I was 19 or 20. It seems that I gave him an AFI record, which is probably why I can’t find it. I find it rather amazing that he recognised me after more than ten years and that we happened to be in the same location at a random pub in Southern California.

11.

I was travelling from London to Aberdeen for work. I was waiting for the cab in the lobby as I checked out of the hotel.

The man next me enquires about my origins. He informed me that he was originally from India but had lived in Birmingham for over 40 years. He had a close buddy from Pakistan whom he lost contact with 20 years ago while they were together in London. I responded that I was visiting from London but originally from Pakistan.

I simply ask his friend’s name as we rise up and see our cabs. My parent’s next-door neighbour is the lost friend.

12.

On either side of me, a mother and kid were seated at slot machines at a casino. The son’s phone continued ringing while they were having a loud chat, but he kept turning it down. It turned out that he was leaving his wife that day, and he talked about how awful she was for thirty minutes, with his mother adding her two cents.He laughed and handed it to me after I said, “Let me answer the phone.” I asked, “Who is this?” when she called me back, and it turned out to be my sister and my brother-in-law. To escape her spouse, my sister began yelling at me. I’ve not spoken to one of my seven sisters in five years because of a pointless disagreement we had.

It’s funny how life works that she and I are now closest friends after she divorced him. This makes us chuckle a lot.

13.

This is a story I’ve wanted to share on Quora for a long time!

I was with my family in Hawaii maybe five or six years ago. Even though the sun was bright, it soon started to rain because the weather there may change suddenly.

We experienced a combination of rain and sunshine.

My father said, “Wow, sunny rain!” in response.
A woman in the area turned around and exclaimed, “What?”
As we were all perplexed, she questioned, “Do I know you?”
We said, “No.” Why, after all, would we know this stranger in Hawaii? We are merely taking a holiday.
“You called my name,” she said. What? No, we didn’t at all?

Sunny Rain was her name.

14.

Sara, my mother-in-law, is a European N*i ht survivor. She is a Jew of Polish descent and the sole surviving member of her immediate and extended family. Following the war, she and her surviving husband, Wolf, moved to Argentina and experienced a difficult existence.
Twenty years ago, fifty years after the war, she fell into a deep depression, a breakdown that turned her from a charming, attractive, and giving person into a tragic, helpless shadow of her former self, completely dependent on her husband Wolf’s loving care. She was afraid that the Nazis were coming to get her.

15.

I still find it hard to believe!

I once went to get examined. Exams were scheduled to start in fifteen minutes. I decided it would be best to talk to the man sitting next to me. And this is how it goes.

Me: Hi, my name is Anish.
He: Hold on, what? Anish is even my name.
Me: Last name?
He said: George! (Anish George) Me: Anish George is even my complete name! Whoa!
He: What a coincidence, huh? He looked at my screen abruptly and said, “No way, it can’t happen!”
Me: Hello, how are you?
He: Our birthdays fall on the same day and in the same year.

I was blown away!

Numerous parallels were later discovered, but he wasn’t my twin. I sigh.

Let’s toast!