Cambridge Coincidences Collection

Well I Never!

Professor David Spiegelhalter of Cambridge University wants to know about your coincidences!

My Adopted Father's Story

My dad was born in the United States and adopted as an infant by an American couple. When he was in grade school, his family moved to Germany for his father's work in the foreign service. He lived there through high school, becoming fluent in German, and adopting many aspects of German culture as his own. His adoptive parents were not German. As an adult, he found out who his birth family was, and it turns out that his birth mother was a German immigrant. Also, his mother had an identical twin sister who also had a son, and he had the same name as my father!

Sisters intertwined

I went to Australia and met two people who work on different projects at a big American company, but spend time working with other stuff they're passionate about. Two years later, one sister who went to my uni in the US reached out to me because one of my professors told her I might be able to help her on a project that combines two disciplines not many in my field are familiar with. We have dinner together and she has her husband and daughter join. she wants me to join a project with one of the people I met in Australia. And we chat, I mention I'm going to Mexico City in a couple weeks. Her daughter mentions she has a cousin there who might be able to show me around, so I hit her up. About a year later, the other sister (sister to the aforemented sister) emails me about a very different different project because the same professor told her I might be able to help (sister 2 also did her PhD at my university a long time ago). She says she's working with the OTHER person from Australia on a project. Turns out neither sister knew the other had contacted me, and I didn't connect the dots that the person I met in Mexico City was the second sister's daughter.

Family resemblance

Cousin 1, through one of my mum's sisters, was raised in England. Cousin 2, through another of my mum's sisters, was raised in France. (Both are cousins of each other.) When Cousin 1 was on her gap year in New Zealand, she got chatting to some random French girls. Then one said, "You look a lot like our friend [Cousin 2's name]!"

Architect of the Union

Take a map, locate South Africa. Zoom in, zoom way way in, locate Zeerust and Swartruggens. This is where it all started David was born in 1972 in South Africa. I was born in 1978 in Zeerust, RSA. For the briefest moment, David and myself were within 60km from one-another when he visited his father in Swartruggens, only to meet more than 30 years later thousands of miles on the other side of the world. September 2010, Las Vegas; on a Friday night I randomly met David in a bar. Through conversation my South African heritage came up, to which he replied that he was from South Africa too. I switched to Afrikaans. He replied that he left there when he was 6 years old, and doesn’t speak Afrikaans. After we met for coffee, I didn’t hear or see David till February 2011. I asked him about his South African connection: “I left when I was 6 years old, and never saw my father again.“ This absolutely peeked my interest.

What are the odds?

When living in New Zealand, at a small party in a rural, sparsely populated area, I met an Australian woman, born and raised in Australia but now working in NZ. During a conversation which amazed both of us, we discovered that her elderly aunt with whom she'd stayed as a child, and my sister, lived in the same very small Norfolk village (population c.600). Exploring this further, we found that in fact they lived in the same cottage- an old cottage divided into two houses down a remote unsurfaced lane. We were both a bit spooked by this - my reaction was to wonder what the odds were of such a coincidence, hers was to think it was a really significant 'message from the universe'.

A affair & A murder

My husband did laundry, when I went to fold I found a pair of womans socks not belonging to anyone in my house. My husband was being weird and elusive. He wouldnt let me in his car or phone. We split while hes gone I find a pair of womans shoes hidden in my bedroom. I see a post from wife of friend of my husband where she is talking like me. Things start happening pointing to her as other woman. Her husband dies of blood pressure medicine overdose that my husband takes. And all this in a 4 month period. My husband and the friends wife swear I'm crazy and theres never been anything going on. Also when her husband dies I find video of her on his fb wearing what appears to be shoes i found in my bedroom. I keep being told all this is coincidence. But I don't see how

Matching Music

I was browsing on my facebook feed and saw a funny video of a man playing the song “informer” on a pan flute and I watched it. Literally as soon as the video ended, I heard the original version of the song “informer” playing on the radio that I leave turned on in the living room.

My life and likeness are now a smash hit video game...

Please hang in there with me...It's a very long story, but to start out I will introduce myself. My full legal name is Jesse H X, but whenever I can get away with it, I go by Jesse H only, because X is my step-fathers last name, whom I am permanently estranged from. I have blue eyes, colored bright red hair, and have had many extremely strange almost unbelievable coincidences in my life, but this one by far is, well, mind blowing. My therapist agrees with me. </p> <p>I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder Unspecified with Psychotic Features about 10 years ago. About 3 years ago I stopped taking my medication and started a downward spiral culminating in a full blown Psychotic breakdown that finally resulted in, among many other repercussions, an arrest. This was the first and only time I have ever had a legal issue.

On Broadway

As a teen, I often drove the length of Broadway, a main drag in my small (40,000) city. On many occasions, a car drove by in the opposite direction, with what I thought was a friend driving. I would wave but was embarrassed to discover that it was a stranger. Then, many blocks later, another car would drive by with, you guessed it, my friend at the wheel. This happened many times over the course of a couple of years, then ceased.

Cobblers!

During WW2, my father served with the RAF in Egypt and Libya. His younger brother also served in the RAF, but due to security restrictions, neither knew of the other's whereabouts. One day, some 18 months into his posting, my father needed to get his shoes mended. He was standing in the queue in Alexandria, when, on looking round, found his brother behind him in the queue.

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