Cambridge Coincidences Collection

Well I Never!

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

Had a stroke, horoscope next day was about it

My aunt had a minor stroke a couple of weeks ago. This stroke itself did not result in any real issues, however it means another more major stroke in he near future is more likely. She is not prone to believing in the supernatural and does not ever read her horoscope. However, she decided to, given the recent life changing news. Her horoscope in the Chicago Sun Times read: “Be careful in discussions about shared property, inheritance, and money issues because you might be tempted to give away the farm. This is because you’re thinking in large strokes and you feel very generous. All of this is very well, but stay reasonable” Shortly after her stroke she told me I was the executor of her will. So there’s a coincidence. But the “thinking in large strokes” line is a very strange coincidence. I’ve never even heard the phrase “large strokes” I more commonly hear “broad strokes”. Weird!

Teacher of my teacher

My regular piano teacher decided to move house, and suggested I go to her piano teacher who taught her when she was younger. I did so, for about a year or more at the time of the coincidence. Then one day in conversation she told me she went to a piano concerto of a talented young boy who is being taught by one of her old students. She showed me a picture of him and low and behold, he was my classmate. This happened in Hong Kong where there's nearly 8 million people, many of which teach piano, and many schools around the city. She did not teach music full time, does not work for any music schools, and she teaches young students at home. She very rarely speaks about her old students, so of course the only time she does is when I get this odd coincidence.

My dog

I had been searching for a dog for a couple of years and then one night I had a dream about a sick coughing brown husky puppy that had showed up on my porch and I took him in and trained him. The next day, for no reason, I felt like going to Trader Joe’s, while walking in I thought, “I should look to the right”. There was a pet store there I had never noticed, and I thought, what are the odds. I went in and saw a black husky puppy in the store, I asked if there were more. They said yes but he has kennel cough. It was the brown puppy from my dream. I went home, knowing this was my dog. Then my neighbor told me that this pet store chain is notorious for puppy mills. I didn’t want to contribute to that, so I looked into it and the pet store he was at was the only one that had been privately owned and turned into a non profit no kill shelter that rescues unwanted puppy litters from around the country. Not only that, but he was named milo, which is the same name as my dog who had just died. Also, to top it all off, he has the same birthday as my former partner’s (at the time we were together) sister. Now he is my service dog!

Card flip prediction

My husband and I were joking around after a game of cards and for some reason he shuffled the deck and asked me to try to guess what card he'd flip. I correctly guessed three times in a row the exact card (value and suit.) The chances of that are something like 1/132,600.

dream

When I was a young bride I had a terrible dream in which my father stood at the bottom of a staircase (the staircase was once in my mother's aunt's house) engulfed in fog, calling to me. I answered but he couldn't hear me. I woke in a cold sweat and so shaken my husband woke up. A bit later we decided since it was early we'd just get up and make breakfast as I tried to calm down. At 6am the phone rang and it was my father. He apologized for calling so early but added, "I been up for hours, honey, and it's so good to hear your voice." Before I could say much he went on, "I had a dream that shook me up something terrible. "Member that big old staircase at Aunt Bessie's house? You was calling to me from the upstairs but there was all this fog and I couldn't see you." I motioned to my husband and said, "Daddy, please say that again". My husband listened in and as my father repeated the dream my husband got spooked. I felt much better and calmer hearing Dad's voice but now my husband was all shook up. It's now been 43 years since then and I still remember the confusion and fear of that dream.

Finding a family, one by one.

In 1978, age 27, I was recovering from a serious illness and had returned to my home town in Hertfordshire to live with my parents for six months. While there I made phone contact with a local co-counselling group that was advertising in a local library. The contact person told me she was withdrawing from the group, and passed me on to someone else, but not before I'd been smitten by her voice. I couldn't get it out of my head for months. Some while later, I forget how long, a year-and-a-half perhaps, I met a young girl while doing an English A level class at the local college. I'll call her Angela here. We became friends and used to meet in the college refectory after classes to discuss the work we had been set. By that time I was living in a flat in town. At some point during that year I moved out of the flat and into a larger one. The next time I met Angela she told me that she, too, had moved. She had left her family home and, as it turned out, moved into my old flat. She hadn't previously known where I lived. The landlady of my new house share asked me to interview a couple of people for a spare room.

Dog-gone

In 1991 I attended an Open University residential course in Durham, having travelled from Glasgow. In my tutorial group was another woman who lived locally to Durham but was Scottish. We talked during breaks and she said she was still mourning the recent loss of her elderly, much-loved, Great Dane. At this time I also had a Great Dane, younger than hers, which we'd adopted following the untimely death of our previous dog, also a Great Dane. As the week went on we probably became quite boring as we shared so many "doggy" incidents, and because she lived locally she brought in some photos of her dog and the new Great Dane puppy she'd recently acquired. Eventually towards the end of the week she said "I'll never forget driving up the road to Moffat to collect my first puppy ".

Family Link

I am a concert pianist and use my maiden name professionally. One day after I'd played a concert a lady approached me and said she had the same maiden name and wondered if we could be related. We talked and she told me her gg-grandfather was a gamekeeper on an estate about 150 miles away. My gg-grandfather was also a gamekeeper, but the first name was different and I didn't know the location. Some additional research revealed we shared a ggg-grandfather, but her line wasn't shown on the ancestry information I'd been given. Our relationship is described as "distant" and we keep in touch - she lives about 3 miles from me.

Finding a relative like a needle in a haystack

My in-laws, who have Greek heritage, lived in a small Australian town called Cooranbong on Australia’s East Coast, it has a population of perhaps 2,000 people. 2 doors down lived an elderly couple who were well known and respected in the community and they had 2 kids, both adopted. I had grown up in Sydney (Australia’s most populated city) and when I met my wife-to-be and her parents living in Cooranbong in the mid 1980’s, the coincidence was that the daughter (adopted) of the neighbours was a teacher of mine several years before. But that wasn’t the story. It turns out that Karen had sought out her birth parents and had found her mother’s name 4,000 kms across Australia in the city of Perth. She shared the name with my in-laws who quickly recognised the name being both Greek and familiar in the true sense. It turned out that across the vast country that is Australia, in a small town a long way from anywhere, my father-in-law was able to connect with a second cousin, who had been adopted and now lived 2 doors from him.

Same book referenced in book and movie on same day

I'm reading Triptych by Karin Slaughter. Earlier today, while I was reading, one of the characters has his books checked by a parole officer. He has a copy of Tess of the the D'Urbervilles which seems highly unlikely for him but it was the last book he was supposed to read in high school before he is jailed as a teenager for a rape and murder (he might not have committed). Less than an hour later I'm watching Once Upon a time in Hollywood and the character of Sharon Tate goes to a bookstore to purchase a rare copy of Tess of the D'Urbevilles. I've not read this book but I'm thinking maybe I should. It was also one of my friends from college favourite books. I've not spoken to her in a long time and now I'm feeling I should.

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