Cambridge Coincidences Collection

Well I Never!

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

Why? By recording your coincidence stories here, you can help him build a picture of what kinds of coincidences are out there and which ones seem to ‘get to’ us the most. Your coincidence stories can also help him explore the scientific explanations which may account for them – whether by doing the maths to calculate the chances of a coincidence, or speculating on the weird and wonderful workings of our brains.

Coincidences tend to be ‘surprising matches’ – sometimes they are lucky, sometimes unlucky, sometimes just mind-boggling. To help you recall the coincidences that have happened in your life, here’s a list of some common types of coincidence:

  • Surprising repetitions: for instance when you’ve had not contact with someone for ages, then find two connections to them very close together in time. Or when over several years multiple members of the same family are born with the same birthday. Or even a repetition of a really rare event – like winning the lottery twice, or your life being saved twice by the same person!
  • Simultaneous events: for example when two people phone each other at exactly the same time.
  • Parallel lives: such as when two people in a small group find they share a birthday or an unusual name, or when two people discover their lives match each other in bizarre details.
  • Uncanny patterns: imagine picking letters in Scrabble that spell your name.
  • Unlikely chains of events: perhaps you lost your false teeth overboard and found them inside a fish you caught twenty years later?

If anything coincidental has happened to you - anything that made you stop and say "well, what were the chances of that..?" - then please record your story in the form below! Please try to keep your story personal - about you or someone you know. The only thing we'd ask you to steer clear of are premonitions or déjà vu, purely because - whilst fascinating - they're quite common and also difficult to analyse.

You could also tell us about coincidences in the news, but please provide a link to a reliable source!


Title: two or three words that give a simple description of your story, eg ‘old friend’ or ‘birthday coincidence’
Coincidence: tell your coincidence story - and please include plenty of relevant detail (places, dates, numbers etc.) and include your first name if you want.
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BULB afterword

I've been meaning to share this here for a while being a fan of these stories. The following is nonfiction, all true, and happened in 2002 after I completed the first draft of my novel BULB. All these years later, I’m still trying to wrap my brain around it. At about 1:45 a.m. I left a party at my friend Mary and Bob’s house. A summer storm hit hard earlier in the evening and the trees darkening the road plus the storm forced me to concentrate. I’d had a few drinks earlier but not enough to not inhibit me. I was heading south on route 611 and just after Curley Hill Road, I noticed an accordioned car had scattered its bumper, glass, and other parts across the yellow lines. “Keep Going” briefly raced through my head, but no one was around, someone might be inside the crushed vehicle and other cars could wreck if they ran into the debris. I backed up my car to the middle of the road and put my caution blinkers and high beams on. Plumsteadville Police was written on the trunk, black letters on white. I yelled hello, feeling as if I were in some dream or movie scene, as I walked closer. I was not prepared for the vision I found on the driver’s side lit by the interior light nor was I ready for the alien smell of opened human head and engine oil. Others stopped and after a cellphone call, the area swarmed with red and blue flashing hazard lights. I stood in the rain avoiding the glaring car beams for about fifteen minutes, finally gave my name and went home to nightmares. Joseph was a few years younger than me. He had a wife, a family and a station of other officers that respected him. I wanted to attend his funeral, feeling a strange obligation since I’d found him. I’d read the interment was to be at five and I left work a little early to attend but when I arrived, only a few minutes after five, I found heaps of flowers over his grave but no people. Could've been the papers misreported the time, or possibly, I had read it wrong. I thought it fitting though. I never knew Joseph in life, but in death, I’d met him twice, alone. There’d been moments in the past where I’d found myself thinking what are the odds of this happening. Obviously, since I’ve read a good deal of Jung and wrote my first novel with coincidence as a main theme, synchronicity is an interest of mine. I know everybody experiences synchronicity, but I don’t believe in fate, no controlling supernatural force has my life mapped out. Not everything happens for a reason. I can’t subscribe to the religious pathology that offers people hope through ambiguous belief and faith. However, standing at the grave, I couldn’t help but think of a character in my book whom I’d named Joseph and wonder how or if there was anything similar about the two. I knew it to be an insane stretch, trying to connect officer Joseph and my character Joseph in some baroque fashion, but I was looking for anything that might make sense of it all. Later, I considered how Joseph was the first Plumsteadville police officer to die in the line of duty, and how he’d died in a car accident on a rain-slicked road. I thought of the deer on the highway in BULB's rainy car accident and how Plumsteadville is in Bucks County. Also, how I’d been drinking, and Joseph had been on his way to assist with a drunk driver. All those connections seemed absurd, but they were likely the product of a without-exaggeration pattern of coincidence that was even more extraordinary though not as emotionally difficult as finding Joseph. These events that followed writing BULB were of such questionable odds that it left me wondering if I’d unearthed some sign. I’m seriously no kooky new-agey, believes-in-magic type, but the following incidents, like the story of my finding the officer Joseph, are true: I started writing BULB in 1998 after a failed internet relationship with a Susan from Chicago. The book was going to be an epistolary novel, something like a direct use of the saved email correspondence, but when I started reading it, it felt far too personal and cringe-inducing. Better ideas, using only a portion of the letters, arose and eventually became what the book is today. After a brief month and half of editing and far too early, I started licking stamps and hitting send on emails to agents. While waiting for responses, I went back to editing. One night I was trying to develop a sense of déjà vu in the novel by renaming minor characters with variations of Susan. I’d already renamed a waitress and a hotel patron, Sue, and Suzanne respectively when I started receiving instant message popups asking me if I was Marco. While editing, I was using a well-known music software at the time called Napster. Napster had a poorly designed messaging aspect. Messages would just pop up from anyone that wanted to say something to you. I ignored all the popups from thirteen-year-olds saying “Your music sucks” and also ignored the first couple I received asking me if I was Marco. Finally, after the user wouldn’t stop, I responded that I was busy, thinking they’d leave me alone. “Okay fine, but are you my friend, Marco?” Having lost my focus, and needing a break anyway, I began a basic chat session. Age-Sex-Location talk. She asked what I was doing, and I told her about trying to develop a déjà vu feeling by renaming characters, Susan. She asked if she could read it, and I said no. She asked could she read it if she could freak me out. I doubted someone from Melbourne could over the Net until she sent me her name: Suzan. She'd done it. Especially as I hadn’t answered any of the other messages that popped up and couldn’t recall when I’d ever discussed anything other than music on Napster messaging. I sent her the book. The following morning, I woke early and drove to the airport, the oddity of the Napster Susan coincidence still occupying my thought. I was visiting my sister in North Carolina and while waiting for the plane to take off, I cracked open Douglas Coupland’s latest book, Miss Wyoming. At the beginning of the book, you’re introduced to the main character whose name just happens to be Susan. She was also on a plane, but unlike mine, her plane crashes and she’s the only survivor. Feeling ridiculous, getting a little nervous, I wrote everything down - obviously so when they recovered my body and found it I’d be known as the one who was forewarned. I landed with no problem in Raleigh. A couple of days later, I felt incredibly excited to receive an email with my first partial manuscript request. It was from The Susan Herner Agency. Still in shock, I hit respond to send the chapters and saw the return email address: twosues@worldnet.net. As it turned out, there were two Susan’s that worked at the agency. All this might not seem as insanely strange as it did to me, but if you ever read (not a plug!) my book, and knowing how much of it is about synchronicity, "synchronistic activity waves" increasing -- and the fact that the only person whom I’d based a character on from my life that I’d kept their real name intact in the book was Susan, you might be with me on the spectacle of it all. It could have been that I was some powerful conductor of the Higgs Boson particle, that I had God physics on my side, or yeah yeah, Susan is just a common name. Right. I tried to convince myself of it. How many Susan’s do you run into during a regular month and never even notice? I’d left my ATM card in the machine a few days later. I received two messages on my answering machine that day saying they’d found my card and would try calling again later so we could arrange for me to get it back. How did they get my number? Possibly in the yellow pages that were still somewhat commonly used then. I checked the caller ID and there were the last name and the telephone number. When I called, I got their answering machine “Hi, you’ve reached Susan’s machine…” I almost dropped the phone. We met up, she gave me the card and looked completely normal, but I didn't pursue conversation because what was I going to talk to her about? "By the way, your name Susan has been playing a peculiar role in my life for the past week." It would've appeared too strange, even for me. For at least the next month, I waited for more Susans to come into my life, one that would show me the full view. I wish there was some great final revelation, but there wasn’t. I got over it. No more coincidences of Susan after the ATM card call. Since that time, I’d say I’ve confronted an average amount of Susan, but in that brief timeframe…to have come across that many - in the ways that I did - I’m not surprised I was standing at the grave thinking about how finding Joseph might have some secret meaning waiting for discovery. I suppose, if I am honest, I'm still on the lookout.
Total votes: 18
Date submitted:Tue, 08 Jun 2021 17:54:49 +0000Coincidence ID:11245

Carnaval Rabbit-Duck

I finished reading Haruki Murakami's First Person Singular in which he wrote a story about Schumann's Carnaval - which I'd never heard or thought about. The next morning, after reading that story and finishing the book, I picked up and started reading a book by Errol Morris called Believing is Seeing... a book on exploring photography and perception. In the first couple of pages, he discusses his mother playing Schumann's Carnaval. --Then--I’d been working on a painting in which I'd painted rabbits(more to it but for simplicity) as I was done painting the rabbits I started seeing the ducks as in the classic optical illusion. I was talking with my wife about the painting and specifically the duck-rabbit notions (hadn't spoken with anyone about the painting-I usually do not talk about my work) and left the conversation to go read from the same Morris book and on the first page I opened to read"...like the gestalt duck-rabbit, ambiguous and open to interpretation."
Total votes: 38
Date submitted:Tue, 01 Jun 2021 19:44:26 +0000Coincidence ID:11218

Soulmates

I truly believe I’ve met my twin flame/ soulmate and the coincidence we discovered together convinced me of it. He’s ten years older than me and we met 4 years after we figured out we had first met. We both worked for a grocery store. I was 19 and it was my first job. I happened to ask the manager for help and unknowing to me he answered my call since he was training to be a manager in the store I worked at. I didn’t even remember I had met him until we tried to figure out if our lives had ever overlapped after we both ended up in the same store 4 years after this chance encounter. We also discovered that we lived in the same town at the same time, his other home was minutes away from my sisters house that I visited numerous times. Another strange coincidence was that my sister years later bought his old house. I had never told her where he had lived and she ended up putting in an offer. I realized it was his house when she sent me the listing. His wife also has the exact same car as me. I’m not sure if those count as coincidences but we both thought it was very weird to discover that we had been close to each other for a significant amount of our lives and came to know each other.
Total votes: 39
Date submitted:Tue, 01 Jun 2021 19:10:02 +0000Coincidence ID:11217

Taiyaki

It was valentines day. I went over to a friend's and gave her some chocolate. She made me some taiyaki. I didn't finish it because I was full. I drove two hours to meet up with another group of unconnected friends. One of them announced they were craving taiyaki. I got the extras out of my car and offered it to him.
Total votes: 42
Date submitted:Sun, 30 May 2021 19:52:38 +0000Coincidence ID:11213

Receiving 2 letters with the same number

A few years ago on holiday I was inconvenienced by forgetting the PIN for my credit card. When I got home I applied for a new number which was sent to me by post. On the same day that I received this I received an electricity bill. The amount due on the bill was the same as the credit card number. I never had trouble with my credit card PIN again - I took the electricity bill on holiday with me to remind me.
Total votes: 39
Date submitted:Sat, 29 May 2021 21:35:05 +0000Coincidence ID:11207

Palindromes

How is it possible that EVERY random time I look at a clock it is a Palindrome number? I realize there are 114 possible palindromes in a 24 hour period. But if EVERY time I look it IS a palindrome, how is that possible?
Total votes: 45
Date submitted:Wed, 26 May 2021 02:37:30 +0000Coincidence ID:11193

Deaths and birthday

My daughter was born January 28, she passed away at 32 yr.old Aug 6 2015. My Mother passed away January 28th 2012my brother David passed away January 28th 2021 is there something with this date ? Or Month
Total votes: 64
Date submitted:Fri, 21 May 2021 21:18:17 +0000Coincidence ID:11184

Repetitive names

So there's 3 Victors in my life. One is my personal trainer and the other 2 I'm good friends with. The funny thing is all 3 are very attractive. They're all a pain in my ass too. Lol I recently met my cousin Naomi through 23 and me. My best friend's mom's name is Naomi along with my next door neighbor. Weird right?
Total votes: 66
Date submitted:Wed, 19 May 2021 17:50:18 +0000Coincidence ID:11175

What are the odds.

I received a text message with my name in it inviting me to Kassies bday party. I said who is Kassie and who is this they respond w wrong number. What are the odds they would get my name right in the text message?
You voted 5. Total votes: 100
Date submitted:Sat, 08 May 2021 01:52:38 +0000Coincidence ID:11120

Learning it to Living it

I am not one to give too much credit to the weird coincidences in my life but a couple of events have always pestered me well into my young adult years. The first event occurred in 6th grade (2007). Our science teacher had just finished our section on certain illnesses and diseases. I was assigned to do my project on Bronchitis, and this was the first time I had ever heard of it. The following week, I got sick— more so than the typical cold I got every couple of months. From my project, I thought it was Bronchitis— though I knew it was probably just me latching onto what I had just learned. However, when I got diagnosed, they confirmed my suspicions. Though it was a strange correlation, I didn’t give it too much energy, because Bronchitis is common among those with asthma— the timing was just weird. But then, learning it to living it happened again. The next year, 7th grade, my history teacher taught us about the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl. We were assigned books to read about that time period, and the one I received talked a lot about Dust Storms. Though I live in a desert-type area (Western Colorado), Dust Storms are quite uncommon and most of the residents I spoke to had never seen one before. Until I read that book. For the first time in, I believe, 50 or so years, my area experienced a Dust Storm that turned the sky red and rained mud. And that was the last time we had ever seen one. I could go on and on about different coincidences that struck me as strange—every birthday weather I’ve wished for has come true (even a blizzard), or knowing random small events that were about to happen, or even strange dreams that result in déjà rêvé/déjà vu. But I know these can’t be observed through an empirical lens. The “learning it to living it” has been the most prominent in my life, though I didn’t dedicate much thought to their occurrences after the initial two. Because they’re just coincidences, and as one statistician said, just a misunderstanding of probability.
You voted 3. Total votes: 84
Date submitted:Fri, 07 May 2021 19:02:05 +0000Coincidence ID:11116

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