47 Stories About The Craziest Coincidences That People Experienced

This happened around Halloween time a few years ago. I was at school, just about done dropping a deuce when I noticed that my stall, the only stall in this small bathroom, was out of toilet paper. My phone was dead, no papers or anything like that in my pocket to use as makeshift toilet paper. I'm in pretty deep trouble at this point. Moments before I decide to just pull up my pants and run to the closest bathroom, a couple of kids barge into the bathroom and start chucking toilet paper into my stall, which I can only assume was some sort of Halloween prank. In any other situation, I would have been annoyed, but I was literally tearing up with joy at this glorious gift of toilet paper.

I once went to call a friend, but I misdialed his number. This was way before cell phones, back when there were payphones (late 70's). Anyway, I dialed his home number, started talking to him about some stuff, and he stopped me and said, "Andy, what the...? How did you know I was at the laundromat?" .... I really couldn't understand what was going on ...

After a lot of confusing back and forth, he realized: the number of the payphone in the laundromat was different by one digit from his home number, and I had mis-dialed the laundromat by mistake ... where he happened to be, and where he picked up the phone.

A few years ago my brother was skiing through the woods in killington with about two feet of fresh snow. At one point he falls and his phone fell out of his pocket. Unfortunately for him, he didn't notice it and continued on his way. He took the same trail on the next run, and somehow got separated from his friends on the way down the mountain. So he stopped and reached for his phone to call his friend. After realizing he didn't have his phone, he starts to get pretty pissed. Then he hears a ringtone that sounds exactly like his. He started searching through the snow trying to find the source of the ringtone. Sure enough, it was his phone he heard and it was his friend calling to see where he was. My brother lost his phone in two feet of snow in the middle of the woods, and just happened to stop in the exact same place where he lost it, at the exact same time someone was calling his phone. Seems pretty miraculous to me.

It didn't happen to me, but a friend of mine lost his wallet. He had no idea where it went. Weeks later in a shopping centre carpark, an elderly woman picked up the wallet and handed it over to a passer by who could probably decipher the name on the drivers licence better than she could. The woman handed the wallet...to his sister. What are the odds?

I once had a friend accidentally leave her bag (with wallet, ID, everything) in the back of a taxi, and before she had realized what she was missing the taxi had left. Not ten minutes later, while we were still in the lobby freaking out, our other friend somewhere in the city caught the *exact same taxi* back to the hotel, and we were able to get the bag back.

In the aftermath of the First Gulf War, my grandparents had rented their house in Irbil, Iraq to the UN to be used as housing. One of the men inside the house was a UN officer and my family got to know him well. He stayed there for a couple of months before being deployed elsewhere.

Months later, my parents decided to leave Iraq. So they sold everything they had and fled to Amman, Jordan. Since they did not have permission to leave they needed to sneak through the border. However, their plans seemed to have been ruined when their bus suddenly came upon an unexpected Iraqi army checkpoint. My parents were freaking out until they see that same UN officer supervising the checkpoint. He saw my parents and lets them through.

When my uncle was young he and his brother went to fishing on the lake where our cabin was. My uncle had huge glasses and of course he dropped them in to the lake. Searching for them was pointless because the lake is very deep and water dark as night.

They went home and told my grandparents what happened. Obviously they were mad because at the time money was hard to get and new glasses would cost a lot of money. Then their neighbour came by and handed the missing glasses to my uncle. The glasses had fallen straight to his fishing net and got stuck from frame.

This happened around late-60's or early-70's.

My grandfather lost his college class ring while swimming in the ocean off of Baja Mexico. Three years later he gets a phone call from a man who had found it with a metal detector. The man had called the Alumni Association and searched the records for people who had the initials R.H.P. which were engraved on the inside of the ring.

Kinda relevant. About 5-6 years ago my mom and I were at Walmart going back to our car when mom noticed something shiny on the ground. It was a 1.5 carat diamond that my amazingly honest mother took to the police station where someone had literally just reported it missing. It was some sort of family heirloom.

I met a girl at a bar, she had a fake ID and for whatever reason showed it to me, it was my best friend's sister's ID. Her sister had never lived where we were, and I asked the girl where she got the ID, she got it from a bar near the border (we lived in central Texas). I told my friend and she told her sister, who confirmed going to the bar and losing her ID there.

My friend and I were studying abroad in New Zealand. We went out for a night and after a lot of drinking he realized that he had lost his passport. We spent the next hour retracing our steps, but couldn't find it anywhere.

The next day, he called the US embassy and found out that he was going to have to fly up to Auckland, fill out a bunch of forms in person at the embassy, and then put in a rush order for a new passport. It was going to take about 3 days and cost him over a thousand dollars to do all of it.

He was in the process of booking his flight and hotel up there and checked his Facebook while waiting for the airline's page to load. There was a message on there from somebody who had found his passport in the gutter and managed to track him down on Facebook. He was literally 2 seconds away from spending some major money. Got the passport back, bought the guy a couple beers, and everything was all good!

My mom lost her favorite watch on the beach when we were on vacation in Mexico. Three or four days later, we are sitting around the hotel pool and she mentions something about being bummed about the lost watch.

The family sitting next to us happens to overhear. "you lost a watch? We just found one on the beach earlier today!" They bring it down from their room. Lo and behold, it's the same watch! It still worked, too, despite the finish being all scratched up from tumbling around in the sand and salt water.

This was probably 7 or 8 years ago. The dad of the family had a pretty sweet cheeseburger tattoo on his shoulder that I still remember. Claimed his grandfather invented the cheeseburger. >_>

**TL;DR: Lost watch tumbles around in the ocean for 3-4 days and is returned by a man with a cheeseburger tattoo.**.

Best I can do is making the stars align for someone else. I must have been 16 or 17 at the time. I was working for a grocery store and it was my turn to round up carts out of the parking lot. I was grabbing a few and noticed a wallet in the front of one. After a bit of deliberation, I opened it up and found $800 in it. I turned it in and turns out the guy who left it was stressed out and in a hurry to get going for his honeymoon. One of the best feelings in the world to know that I helped this guy keep one of the most important events in a man's life from turning into a disaster.

Left my bag in a cab with about $5k of things in it (including laptop I use to do my work). Same cab drove past me ~3 hours later, chased it down, got it back.

This fall I was on a date, walking in the park with my date and dog. As we headed back, I realized my keys were missing. I stayed calm, and my date and I easily walked 2 miles using our iPhones as flashlights, weaving through pedestrians, a drum circle, and a bunch of folks juggling/poi spinning/hooping.

Desperate to get my keys back, I posted on Craigslist, but heard nothing. As a last ditch effort, I posted to my city's subreddit, and a Redditor found and returned my keys. He was one of the drum circle jugglers; I am also a juggler.

Best day ever, and reward paid.

My mom was swimming at a spring in Florida and lost the heirloom ring her grandmother had given her. A few years later, she's at a totally different spring in Florida and spies it on a SCUBA divers finger. The woman was totally cool and actually returned it to her (I guess as my mom could tell her where she found it). My mom still has it to this day.

Not me, but happened to my boyfriend's parents:

My boyfriend's mother was looking through an old photo album from when she went to Disney World as a kid, and recognized her father-in-law in the background of one of the photos...driving around a little boy who would become her husband around 20 years later. Crazy to think that they crossed paths at Disney World as kids.

My wife and I were both born in the same hospital, 7 days apart. We both grew up on the Lower East Side, 1 block away from each other. Unfortunately I had to relocate to the Bronx when I was 10 years old, but she moved there too when she was 11.

Now this is where it starts to get really weird: for 6 years she worked as a nurse on the 15th floor in a building where my practice was on the 14th floor.


In all that time we never met. Not once.
We met in the Ambassador Hotel in Chicago, IL while she was visiting family. I rode the elevator up 8 (or was it 9?) extra floors just to keep talking to her. 9 extra floors.

I came across a long lost friend in Halo 2 because he was using the same game tag as he was 12 years ago.

My place was burgled once, while I was home, upstairs on the other side of a huge house. It was late on a weekend, about a block from a college campus. Some dingus just strolled in, took my Xbox and Wii, then bolted. It's 2am when I find the door open and my stuff gone, I call the police with little hope of getting anything back.

There's a knock on the door 11am the next morning, it's a cop holding an Xbox and a Wii and asking that if they belonged to me. I guess the burglar got spooked and ditched his loot (which included a couple cell phones and a camera that were not mine), because someone found the stash next to their garage and called the cops. After verifying with my profile/games inside the consoles, they fingerprinted the systems and I got them back right there.

I don't if I would say it was miraculous, but I felt lucky as hell.