40 Coincidences That Are So Incredible That They Sound Fake But Are True

So one day I lost my dog, Marko. He's the most adorable and adventurous corgi ever and he got out of the house and ran away. However, I wasn't heartbroken for long because I eventually got a voicemail from a neighbor further down the street, (let's call her Sarah Hall) saying she found my dog and her kids were bringing him over. Thank God his dog tag had my name, phone number, and address. Anyway, half a year later I was walking Marko in my neighborhood and he came across a black dog running around the front of the houses, just sniffing around the bushes. The dog sees Marko and they do their dog thing, sniffing each other's butts and getting along right off the bat. This dog had no collar and seemed lost. As I walked Marko back home, it followed us home since I guess it had nowhere to go. I took him in and called him Kaiba while Marko was just so happy to have a friend spend the night. The next day I set out to post up lost dog posters when I see a family I never met before already posting up posters looking for this dog. It was perfect timing and they were so relieved I had him. It turns out his name was Bruiser and the story goes, they were just friends of the family that owned Bruiser. Apparently the original family moved away to the other side of town, Bruiser escaped, but rather than finding his way back to the new house, he was able to trek all the way back to the neighborhood they used to live, where I found him. I bid Bruiser/Kaiba a fond farewell and kept one of the posters as a memento. I thought that was a great end to the story, but then later I'm clearing out my voicemail history while waiting in line at Disney when I remember Sarah Hall’s voicemail. Something clicked. After a fun day at the theme park, I went home, grabbed the poster and saw the name at the bottom, “If found, please call Sarah Hall…” The number was the same and I was just in awe. She finds my dog and then half a year later, I find her dog and it all comes full circle. Pic of my lovable rascal.

Well if you've ever heard about the fabled s*x clubs in New Jersey, I don't know about now, but they sure did have them in the past. I had a guy I was dating drag me to 1. Thought it might be interesting. I wouldn't go to another, But it definitely WAS interesting. People were very friendly. We got in as a group of newbies and a very nice young lady was showing us around the different rooms where different things happen. Large room for group dex, smaller rooms for couples, places for dancing etc.Then telling us rules, like places guys could only go with gneir ladies, and then there was a lovely buffet and drinks were included, and she was just trying to make us feel welcome.. and later another one or two people joined us to tag along at the very end for about 8 minutes or so. We got back to where we started and she asked if anyone had any questions, and all the sudden she got a strange look on her face and stared past the group and said “DAD?” Now THAT is a coincidence!!!!

I was working in an Emergency Room in Atlanta, Georgia. We had a new doctor who had just finished her residency in Boston. She was working her second shift with us when an ambulance came in. She looked at the patient on the stretcher and said, “Hey. I know him.”

She followed the stretcher to his room and said, “Randy, why are you in Georgia?” He looked up at her shocked and said, “Ah s**t. I can't get away from you can I?”

Apparently he had been a "Frequent Flyers" at her previous hospital and she had just taken care of him several days before leaving Boston the previous week.
it must have been shocking for him to take a bus to Atlanta and have the same Doctor take care of him. There are a lot of hospitals in America, the odds of the frequent flyer picking the same hospital in the same state, in the same city, on the same day, on the same shift that the same doctor was working was insane to comprehend.

I was in a bar with a group of friends on Mykonos in Greece one summer back in the day. Mykonos being what it is, the group were from all over the place. One of the women, an Australian, was leaving the next day, we’d spent a lot of that summer together (great times!). So we were all exchanging home contact details. She gave her phone number in Sydney, my other friend gave hers in London. They were identical except for the international code (of course). Thing is, these two women, although born some 25 years or so apart, were both born on the same date in September. Haven’t seen either of them in years but they were both fabulous.

I befriended a Colombian guy at my university. One day I was showing him pictures of my trip to Santa Marta, Colombia and he suddenly exclaimed: “Man, that sunset looks really familiar” “What, dude? There’s no way” “Hold up, I think I have a photo ” “WHAAAAT —- Holy ****, this can’t be real” And there it was, a picture of the same exact sunset taken within 3 minutes of mine. We couldn’t stop laughing. We just realized that we were in the same city at the same time, weeks before we actually met thousands of miles away.

Years ago I was driving down the expressway when there was a loud BANG from under the hood and the car decelerated quickly. I pulled to a stop in the emergence lane and began considering my options. It was raining, so the prospect of even looking under the hood didn't seem appealing, and I didn't have any tools with me in any event, and certainly didn't have the parts to fix whatever had obviously broken. This was before cell phones, so while I knew my father was home and could come to my assistance calling him meant I would have to find my way off the expressway, which had a chain-link fence down both sides. I looked around and noticed that a car had run off the road and knocked down the chain link fence just a few yards away. Better yet, there appeared to be a residential street just beyond the fence, so I got out of the car, hopped the remains of the fence, and found myself in a small cul de sac with a choice of three or four houses nearby. Choosing one at random, I walked up to the door and knocked. "Dave, what are you doing here?" The person who answered was Troy, a co-worker from several years earlier. I explained, and of course he loaned me his phone so that I could call my father. I then went back to the car to wait for my father and the tow truck he said he would call. While I was waiting, an electric utility truck pulled in behind me and the driver turned his emergency lights on. I got out of the car and ran back to the truck to tell the driver someone was already on the way, and it was our next-door neighbor from about 15 years earlier!

1986. Seattle. I went to a very small high school. 56 people in my graduating class. I was a nerd. Accepted, but not, if you understand. I was in Seattle, waiting to take a flight to Seoul Korea. I was 26 and it was my first flight to Asia and I was by myself. I was fortunate that my company paid for business class, which on this 747 was the small upstairs. I’m in the departure lounge and I see a woman that seems familiar. I realize it is a classmate of mine (we went to school far away in the Midwest). You know the type. Blond, pretty, cheerleader, cool. The anti-thesis of me. I said hi and we chatted for a bit, but ran out of things to say. Once we are on board, I am in the aisle seat in the second row. She is in the opposite aisle in the first row. Only about four rows total upstairs. The person sitting next to me realizes we know each other and leans over and says to her. “Would you like to change seats”. A thoughtful guesture. Her response? “No thanks”. Pretty much summed up my entire high school career.

I was living in Los Angeles at the time and I had made a few friends and I was laying out at one of my friends swimming pool and was talking with her mother. Her mother had given her last name in conversation and I said I knew some people back in Minnesota with the same last name, she said “no way”. I replied “back in Minnsota we are very good friends, have known them for 20 some years, I have their number right here on my cell”. With a surprized look on her face I dialed my Minnesota’s friends number, I ask two questions and handed the phone over to my friends mother and they were in tears, on my phone for an hour too, I didn’t mind, really I was happy for them. They were cousins and because of a death in the family and a lost cell phone with their contacts lost as well, they lost track of their cousins. LA has 16 million people, so the odds were 1 in 16,000,000. I wish it were the lotto, just playin, I am happy happy happy for them.

Spring break. Our whole family is driving to Washington DC. Eventually, when we're driving through Pennsylvania, we decide to stop at a rest stop. We pull up and walk in. We get in line to get food when I look up and say “hey, isn't that K from our school?” My sister looks up and says “Yeah…” and waves to her. Seconds later, I glance at the door, and one of my friends walks in with his family, them having stopped on their way to Baltimore. We sat and ate lunch together. Then, while talking, I notice a girl from the grade above us that goes to our school at another table. Not short after, I see a girl from my world history class walk out of the bathroom. Finally, as we're about to leave, a man comes up to my sister, who is wearing a sweatshirt with our town name on it and says, “Hey nice sweatshirt, I'm from there too.” And it's not like we're from some big city where hundreds of thousands of people live either. TL;DR At a rest stop out of state, I saw 5 people from my hometown.

Met Stranger girl at 5 different places in two days :

Incident 1: I was going to Dharamshala (Himachal, India) with my friend for some official work. We both boarded the bus. When the hills started I felt like vomiting. A girl behind our seat offered me a water bottle. I accepted & said Thanks.

Incident 2: We completed our work & got off to Mcleodganj at around 4 pm. To our surprise, we saw that girl along with her friend getting out of the bus. We saw each other & exchanged a smile.

Incident 3: During the night, we went to eat some momos there. Oo again…!!! That girl came there as well along with her friend. Finally, I formally greeted her & asked her to join. She showed hesitation & went away saying No.

Incident 4: Next morning, I was hoping to see that girl at least once again. We went for breakfast at McLeo, the famous restaurant at MacLeodganj. This time again seeing each other we both burst into laughter. They were entering the same place for breakfast. But we didn't talk that time.

Incident 5: That same evening we went for an evening walk at Mall Road, & it started raining heavily. We ran to our hotel, suddenly I saw that girl again standing under a tree. The moment we had eye contact I took my tongue out showed her in teasing manner. She responded the same way.

And It all ended there only. Coming back to home I kept on searching her on our bus but 6th co-incidence never happened.

A few months ago, I went to Chicago to see my wildly-talented singer/songwriter nephew [shameless plug: Luke Metzler ] play in a small music club as he passed through from Rochester, NY on his way to L.A. After his sound check we went out for a bite to eat and then back to the club where I ran into my neighbor from back home. “What are you doing here?” I asked. She replied that she was there to see her nephew play. That’s right… her nephew, from Austin, TX, was playing on the same bill as my nephew from NY. Same city… same club… same night… same little stage. Either the world of traveling minstrels is much smaller than I thought or there are strange forces at work in the universe that I don’t understand.

I’m a high school teacher in upstate NY, but moved here knowing no one — I’m originally from rural southern Louisiana. About five years ago, I had a student come up to me and say, “You mentioned you’re from Louisiana. So’s my dad.” So we started chatting. Long story/short: The kid turns out to be my third cousin.

There was a WhatsApp group for those who got admit in Stuttgart University. After a while, I was curious to see how many people are there from my city. I started looking at the surnames (Since I am a Bengali, it is not that difficult to identify). I found out there is only one person who is a Bengali, so I wrote him personally. The conversation goes as follows

Me: Hey, I am Raja, I saw you are in that WhatsApp group. Are you from Kolkata?

He: Yes, I am from Kolkata. Are you also from Kolkata?

Me: Yes. So are you going to Stuttgart?

He: Yes. Same Course. You are from which college?

Me: Great!!! I am from…

He: I am also from that college. Which year pass-out?

***I am actually 2 years junior from him and after a while***

Me: In which company you are working?

He: Cognizant. You?

Me: Me too. Which building? (There are 5 campuses of Cognizant in my city)

He: Bantala.

Me: Me too. Which building? (There are 2 huge buildings within Bantala area)

He: Second one.

Me: WTH!!! me too.

He: Which floor???

***This time it was different. Like the year difference, we were also 2 floors apart***

Wouldn’t have been great that he was the guy sitting next to me?

Edit 1: Just to add few more points - we share some unique similarities. We like the same food, most of the cases we order the same in restaurants. Our mentality matches every time (99.99% cases). When we have to select the country for our next trip, in every case, we end up with the same destinations. And the worst thing, we always end up liking the same girl anywhere we go. ;)

This is an actual conversation I had with my wife, maybe a while after marriage Note: I’m from India and my wife is from Sri Lanka - 2 different countries. Close by, but still different countries

Me: Hey where were you born?

Wife: In Trichy, India

Me: D**n, me too… Which hospital? Wife: xyz maternity hospital

Me: No way, me too…

Me: With enough hesitation, any chance you would know the doctor who brought you into the world?

Wife: Why not? Mrs.Sheela

Me: No f*****g way; She was the one that brought me into the world

Here we were, married, born in the same city and hospital, delivered by the same doctor.

PS: A few of the commenters can’t fathom the fact I haven’t asked these questions. I don’t think I would have been interested in knowing the hospital my wife was born in, though I know the country she was born.

About 20 years ago I was working at an architectural firm in Boston. I was chatting with one of the secretaries (yes, we still had them then), who was pregnant. I asked her when she was due and she said late July. I said, “It would be funny if your baby was born on July 24th, because that’s my birthday.” She said, “That’s my husband’s birthday.” I said, “What a coincidence! How about your birthday?” Her: “November 23rd.” I said, “That’s my wife’s birthday! What’s your anniversary?” “June 19th.” I said, “That’s our anniversary! OK, beat this one: my older brother and my younger brother were born six years apart on August 26th.” She said, “My father and my uncle were born four years apart on August 24th.” What are the odds?

This happened while my wife and I were engaged, waaaay back in 2002. So, quick back story: My fiancee and I were engaged just before she got her dream job in Livorno, Italy (just outside of Pisa). It was a great opportunity for her career, and she had to go. I couldn’t go with her, as I was in the military at the time and assigned to Washington D.C. Her position was a contract position of sorts, and was for 18 months. So, we said our goodbyes, and planned a wedding while we were a world apart (and yes, it was a happy ending. We’re still married to this day)

That’s the first thing that is important to know about this story.

The second thing is that my wife’s first name is “Blythe”. Albeit a very pretty name, you have admit it’s an unusual one. Okay… so the story… I managed to scrape some money together and fly over to visit her on three occasions. On one of the trips we had gone on a road trip to Venice (we didn’t even know until we got there that it was Carnivale! Woo hoo!) Anyway, we spent the whole day there, had a great time, and headed back. It was late… Like 11 pm. We were in the middle of nowhere and I remember we somehow found a lovely restaurant that was open.

Anyway, we sat down and were the only people there. As we were ordering, three young women came in and started talking with the hostess. We quickly surmised that they were Americans. So we called them over and chatted with them. They explained that they were sightseeing and heading up to France. They just stopped to get dinner.

Then the introductions came. “I’m Blythe” my wife said. “Really?” one of the girls said, “So am I… and so is she.” and she pointed at one of her friends. So grasp this if you can: Prior to this, the only “Blythe” I have ever personally known in any way was my wife. The only other person I have ever heard of with this name is Blythe Danner, the actress…. And the “This is Blythe” the doll series…. Creepy if you ask me…. This is the Blythe Doll…. and she was made in Hell. So, you get what I’m saying. I happened to speak with Americans…. in Italy…. in the middle of the night….. in a restaurant… in the middle of nowhere…. and TWO of them were named “Blythe”, the name of my fiancee who was there. Well I thought it was weird.

I was leaving Spain by train, and as you may know the gauge of the tracks between Spain and France is different, so you have to get off one train and onto another as you cross the border. The trains are timed so that you literally get off one, walk across about 20 feet of platform, and onto the other. When I reached border station where you switch, I exited the train and as I was walking across the platform I saw a childhood friend I had not seen in many years walking towards me. Had he been on one train car in either direction, we would not have seen each other. And of course, had he not been entering Spain as I was exiting, at precisely the same time, we would not have crossed paths. We had enough time for about 30 seconds of “Hello, how’ve you been?” and then had to board our respective trains heading in opposite directions. I have not seen him since. That was over 50 years ago.

My family and I were in the car, driving back to San Francisco from LA. Morale was low, as having four people crammed into a small space for six hours is bound to cause conflict, and I was browsing on my laptop for entertainment that didn't need WiFi. I discovered I actually owned all of the Star Wars movies, so I started playing Episode V (Emperor Strikes Back) for my brother and me. We kicked back and started watching Luke Skywalker trek through the frigid mountains. As the movie rolled along, we were absolutely disgusted by the scene where Han Solo cut open the Tauntaun, warning Luke of the inevitable stench. Something started to smell bad, but it took us a while to realize that it wasn't a Tauntaun. It was literally BS! We were cruising by a colossal farm, populated by a seemingly endless supply of cows! The timing was immaculate - Han and Luke weren't the only ones smelling something terrible at that time! Maybe this wasn't the most insane coincidence, but it was extremely satisfying, albeit revolting!

Was waiting for this question :D. Every guy I have / had crush on has the same father’s name ‘RAVI’. My childhood crush’s father’s name is RAVI . My current crush’s father’s name is RAVI. All my short lived crushes also had their father’s name not exactly RAVI but PRAKASH, ADITYA, BHASKAR, SURYA (All meaning SUN in Hindi or Sanskrit and therefore equivalent to the Sanskrit word RAVI meaning SUN) And to add this, Till now I had only two marriage proposals, who came at our home, both the groom’s father’s name was RAVI. Don't know what relationship I have with RAVI :D.

This happened a long time back so some of the details may be hazy. In 2007 I got a not so good rank in IITJEE. Now before the counseling process(where you are allocated a college and a branch based on your rank) you have to get a demand draft of a certain amount made. I was returning from the bank with the IIT invitation letter envelope in my hand. I was traveling on the front seat of an auto rickshaw, much like the guy in the photo below. On seeing the envelope the driver, a middle aged man asked me about my rank (6280), and proceeded to tell me that his son had also got selected with a 5600ish rank. I smiled cynically thinking he was just making things up. Later I remember telling my mother of the incident and remarking how everyone claims to know someone who clears IIT. Fast forward 2–3 months I didn’t get any seat in IIT counseling and got into NIT Surat with a AIEEE(another engineering exam). There I met a boy(who later became and is a good friend) who was from Patna, and whose father worked as a auto rickshaw driver in the area of Patna from which I belong and who had got a 5600ish rank in IITJEE without any coaching and sufficient books or guidance. I later came to know that his father was a physics graduate but had failed to secure a job owing to the job crunch in the state. I felt petty that day but I learnt something that day. I can’t say that I haven’t judged people since then. But it is a good reminder whenever I do so.