Cambridge Coincidences Collection

my daughterinlaws brother aged 21 and his best pal aged 17 were pilots and both lived for flying they were members of Warwick aero club based at Birmingham airport,they had a cesna light aircraft,on a flight to Ireland the plane crashed and they were both killed.the parents of the two boys got together and decided to have them buried as near to the airport as possible, and found that Elmdon village cemetery was the nearest,i attended the funeral,and when the coffins were wheeled in and placed side by side beneath a stained glass window depicting two saints.the boys names were Nicholas and Stephen.i could hardly believe my eyes when i read the names of the two saints,st Nicholas and st Stephen Mr John M

My name is Elliot Bullock and I live in Dover, UK. I am currently travelling around Australia and 3 months into the trip I travelled to Melbourne where I stayed in one of many hostels there called Urban Central. One morning whilst eating my breakfast in the kitchen I saw a man that looked familiar but couldn't place him. At first I thought I recognised him from a previous hostel we had stayed in (as it's common for me to bump into people we have met from other hostels). Then I told myself I shouldn't think any more of it, as it was probably a stranger and I guess you see strangers that look like people you know all the time. But then he wandered through again with a friend that also looked very familiar. It then clicked, the second man to enter (the friend) was Matt Wraight. I used to live on the same hill as (Priory Hill) and who I went to the same school as although being 4 school years ahead of me, back in little old Dover, Kent, England. When I told my girlfriend that I knew this random man stood in the kitchen from home she at first thought I was mistaken but after a quick facebook search, it was confirmed Matt and his friend were in Melbourne.

In the spring of 1975, my husband and I (just days into our marriage) went for a walk in the Arboretum in Ann Arbor, Michigan. It was a lovely spring morning, and we were enjoying our walk immensely. Suddenly, I fell to the ground, shaking so much that I could hardly speak. I am not an epileptic, nor was I sick that day. I continued to shake, and my husband Paul had to pick me up and carry me back to the car. He took me home, and laid me in bed, where I continued to shake for hours. There was no known physical cause. The next day, we got the phone call that my Mother and Grandmother had been killed in a car wreck around Austin, TX. They died instantly, at just the time that I fell to the ground shaking, in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I felt my Mom and Grandma leave this earth from 1500 miles away. The lesson I took from this was that we are all connected in ways we are not aware of consciously. But there must have been some communication, either body or spirit, that existed long enough to show me what happened, even if I could not put words to it. My Aunt Frances, now deceased, was driving at the time the wreck happened.

My brothers birthday: March 4th, 1987 My birthday: March 5th, 1988 My mother's birthday: March 6th, 1957 My Aunt also happens to be born on March 5th (not sure what year though) What if it was just a year before or after my mother's birthyear!?