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Coincidences.

Cainkane1

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Ok when I was 12 years old I was at a fellow students house and this was strange in and of itself. I didn't particularly like the kid who lived there. His father was friendly though and when he saw me and his son waling together he invited me in. He got to talking about the Pacific theater during WW2 he had operated a flamethrower and he told me that when her set fire to the inside of a cave and some poor Japanese soldier came running out the only thing that could be done for them was to shoot the person and end the agony. Ok the TV was on and apparently there was a WW2 documentary and there he was with the flamethrower firing the flame into a cave. A Japanese soldier came runnig out but it didn't show him getting shot. All three of us sat there with our mouths open at this hugh coincidence.

I told a man at work about this and he gave me one of his coincidences. His Aunt had been a book collector in Vermont. She passed away and Twenty years later her Nephew had been browsing books in used bookstore in Portland Oregon. There was several of his Aunts books on sale there. Her name was handwritten in the books.

You guys have one?
 
My guy has an odd last name, a variation on a more traditional Swedish family name. His grandfather, who lives in Chicago, has been playing around with genealogy, traced it back to Sweden in the 1700's and discovered that it is still uncommon today.

Thanks to Facebook, I've gotten to know family members all over the world. People I've never met. One of them, my dad's 3rd cousin who lives in South Africa, has my husband's odd surname as his middle name.

This 3rd cousin also plays around with genealogy and traced his middle name back to Sweden in the 1700's where it neatly dovetails with my grandfather-in-law's research and filled in some blanks for both of them.
 
Here's a good one. I was given a Zippo lighter for Chrismas one year,(20 some years ago) with my name engraved on it. I lost it after only about 2 weeks. I lost it at work and searched every inch of that place I could think of. About 8 years later, we moved our business to a different location. I was telling a friend who was helping us move about my long lost lighter and how I'd have no chance of finding it now. We happened to be moving an antique cash register at the time. The case was loose and made it difficult to carry so he just removed it. I heard him say "Hey, look what I found!" It was mine, name and all. Less than 10 minutes after telling him about it. I did remember moving that register though, all those years ago, and how my Zippo must have somehow fallen out of my breast pocket and ended up inside.
 
Thanks. It was a neat coicidence. I lost it after that, in a lake. If I find it again I'll let you know:)
 
Prior to coming up with my current username, I made liberal use of the name "Saige Counsul." One year after I first began to use this name, I found that my last name means "Sage Counsel." I found it amusing.
 
bookitty said:
My guy has an odd last name, a variation on a more traditional Swedish family name. His grandfather, who lives in Chicago, has been playing around with genealogy, traced it back to Sweden in the 1700's and discovered that it is still uncommon today.

Thanks to Facebook, I've gotten to know family members all over the world. People I've never met. One of them, my dad's 3rd cousin who lives in South Africa, has my husband's odd surname as his middle name.

This 3rd cousin also plays around with genealogy and traced his middle name back to Sweden in the 1700's where it neatly dovetails with my grandfather-in-law's research and filled in some blanks for both of them.
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Well sometimes relatives who meet each other for the first time do exibit similar behaviours. This is a good coincidence.
 
The other day I was thinking about my friend. Then the phone rang, and I thought "what are the odds?"

It wasn't him. It was someone else.
 
Scary weird coincidence:

(I think I posted this before...)

I used to screen domestic violence cases for prosecution in a pretty big city and I had a case where the guy was schizophrenic and stabbed his wife in the arm with a fork during dinner--he did not stop his casual, calm conversation with her during or after the incident.

She told me that he had a drinking problem that sort of flared up and made his meds less effective, but that he was committed to not drinking any more and she felt that the problem was a very unintentional, very hallucination oriented action that would not reoccur. She did not want to prosecute him. He was in the country on a work visa from the UK and would have been deported if charges would have been accepted against him. And as everyone in America knows, being deported to another country is almost like a death sentence. ;)

I let her drop the charges (mostly because I thought and still think he had a good NGBRI case...) and she was delighted to get him out of jail that afternoon.

I went to a steak house for dinner that evening with a bunch of friends and my best friend from law school was very very late. We kept calling him with no answer. Finally, when he picked up his phone, he said,

"Holy ****** I almost got killed by this crazy British guy! He was drunk and drove his car UP UNDER my SUV where it got lodged under my back bumper. He pushed me into traffic... I had to put my car into park and jump out. When I found him and pulled him out, he had passed out over his steering wheel with his foot stuck on the accelerator. His tires were spinning. I looked back and noticed that he had driven THROUGH the park before he hit me. I could see his tire marks all over the place."

I told my friend what the guy's name was and he said, "WHAT? You know him?"

Later on I told him the entire story. And henceforth, that day was always known as the day I tried to kill my best friend.
 
My uncle, when he was a newlywed at 20, was once fishing in the Ohio River. He caught a bass, but in trying to land it, it slipped from his grasp and his wedding ring fell off his finger and into the open mouth of the fish--which swam away.

He retired at age 65 and he and his wife moved to Tampa, Florida. He still loved to fish and would go fishing in the Gulf as often as he possibly could. He went with a buddy down to the Keys and near Marathon he was fishing for snook. He caught some and he and his buddy divided them.

But when he got home, my aunt refused to clean and cook them, so he said he would do it himself. He took them out to a picnic table in their yard and began to slice them open, gut them, and fillet them. When he picked up the third fish and plunged his knife in, he felt it grind against something hard.

It was his thumb. Go figure.
 
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