69 Coincidences So Crazy People Still Can’t Wrap Their Heads Around Them

I was 18, crossing the English Channel on a day it was especially choppy and I was especially hung-over. Clinging to the rail, trying not to vomit, but also wishing I could. Elderly woman comes up to comfort me with chit-chat and asks where I’m from. “America” I mumble. “Oh honey, I know, but where?” “Indianapolis.” “Oh! I wonder if you know my friends, Pat and Dick Dunbar!” 900,000 people in Indy, and she knows the Dunbars, WHO LIVED ACROSS THE STREET FROM ME.

Ok.This was sooo weird. I am going to change some names.
Ok so I was married to an Army guy. We got stationed in Germany. Our first child was born in Nuremberg Germany. After I delivered my baby I was moved to another room. A new nurse came in the room to do her thing. I looked at her and said, " You look just like Jenny White from Ft.Wayne, IN" She stopped looked at me and said, "I AM Jenny White from Ft. Wayne, IN" She was my backyard neighbor and babysitter when I was little!

I used to love falling asleep to a particular podcast. The podcast was amazing, aligned with my interests PERFECTLY, the guy had the best voice ever and it made me feel so warm and safe.
Turns out friends, the voice that lulled me to sleep every night? It belonged to a guy I was in the talking stage with.
Reader, I married him.

I tapped one of a couple’s shoulder to take a picture of me in Paris. They turned around and it was my friend’s parents from hometown Louisiana.

I‘m from Germany and I met my preschool teacher at the top of the Machu Picchu 😂

My mom called me in sick from school to go on a hike...I saw my teacher on the hike who also called off sick

In Florida my mom had a friend with a little girl named Destiny Love before I was born. Fast forward a few years later my mom got pregnant and wanted to name me Destiny Love. My dad said no. 23 years later I’m at a party in Portland Oregon and run into a chick named Destiny. I tell her my mom wanted to name me Destiny Love. She flipped out and showed me her Florida ID. It was the same girl. At a random backyard party 3,000 miles away from where our parents met.

A friend invited me to go with her to an antique mall (I had never been there). It was like I was being pulled to this knife display, and right there in the middle was a knife with my grandpa's name on it (he passed away in 1989). This knife was from the 1930's. I bought it for $2. I would have paid any price.

I lost my mom in July 2024, husband in May 2025. Not wanting to be alone for Xmas, I went to my sister's in Atlanta (I'm from Detroit). Flying home, I got to talking with older woman next to me who lost her sister 2 weeks after my husband passed. Chatting more about her growing up in Detroit and me sharing Mom's stories, I found out not only did they attend the same high school and graduate together (class of 600) but SHE KNEW MY MOM. I just had lunch with her a couple weeks ago.

A friend and I once walking through a dark park at 4pm on a winter day in London. Two other women walking towards us, going the opposite direction. My friend made me laugh at the exact same time one of the two women going past also laughed. We both froze. Immediately! We both knew the other's laugh... Just the laugh bc it was dark already.
It was my best friend from primary school! Hadn't seen her since and we were both in our 30s the day it happened. Completely freaky!

I actually have a good one for this! Every single person in my immediate family was born on the 8th. My parents even got married on the 8th. None of us were scheduled or c-section babies either

Oh wait I have another one but it’s my aunt’s story. She was at a performance in SF and there was a fire alarm and everyone had to evacuate . She spotted a “cute guy” in the crowd . Then she went to the SF film festival and she saw him there again. Didn’t speak to him. Then she went to her faculty meeting at her college …. And he was there too as a new professor. Reader, she married him. They were together until my uncle passed away last summer at age 92. 💗

I lived in Chicago for years and was trying to decide whether or not to move back to my home town, Spartanburg, South Carolina. One morning I was journaling at a coffee shop and asked God for a sign of what I should do, then I walked to the bus stop to catch my bus to work. Waiting at the bus stop was a lady carrying a Spartanburg County Public Library tote bag!!! She said she’d gotten it at goodwill and had no idea where Spartanburg was. Message received. I moved home and met my husband.

I met a guy when I was 19 and traveling in Chile. I nicknamed him Fidel because he had a beard and reminded me of Fidel Castro. We never were an item but I had a little crush on him and thought about him a lot after I left. This was the 70s so there really wasn’t any way to stay in touch. One day the following year I was on a bus in NYC and I saw him walking down the sidewalk! I jumped off the bus and we had a sweet little reunion.

I was pulling into an historic site on a road trip, halfway across the country, and the guy in the car parked next to me looked JUST LIKE my cousin. It was my cousin, also on a road trip and far from home .

Repair tech came to fix the copier at my work. I overheard him say where he was from. I mentioned it to him that I was from there too and no one ever says they from there. I asked him where he lives and he told me street. Same as mine growing up. Then he told me his house address. It was the house I grew up in!

I ran into a coworker during my vacation on a remote island that took two flights and a ferry ride to get to.

My identical twin sister, Kelsey, passed away when I was two. When I was 10, I went to Girl Scout camp. There, I met a girl named Kelsey who was adopted and shared my birthday. I was absolutely convinced my family lied to me and she was my long-lost sister. We looked nothing alike, so it wasn't her, of course, but it truly triggered me as a child.

In high school English class, I was reading an article on Tori Amos in a week old NY Times my teacher had left in the back of the room and was disappointed to see the last page of the article was missing. A few days later, I was sitting on the curb in the parking lot of my after school job having a cigarette break when a gust of wind blew a newspaper page across my lap - the last page of that NY Times Tori article. Pretty sure that bit of luck is while I’ll never win the lottery - used it all up

I was walking down a street in Chicago, and saw a sign that reminded me of a friend from high school in Kansas. I said something to my husband about it, and less than 30 seconds later, that very person was walking toward me down the street.