Incredible co-incidences
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My mother divorced a few years ago, moving back to West Yorkshire after living for 30 years in the south east. She became engaged to an old work colleague and they moved in together.
She got friendly with an elderly next door neighbour, helping out with shopping, washing etc. He died after a couple of years and my mother helped with a lot of the sorting and organising, including his paperwork.
She found a document from the Halifax building society from the early '80s for a savings account, signed by the deceased, as well as two Halifax employees. My mother and her now fiance. None of them knew they had met before.
She got friendly with an elderly next door neighbour, helping out with shopping, washing etc. He died after a couple of years and my mother helped with a lot of the sorting and organising, including his paperwork.
She found a document from the Halifax building society from the early '80s for a savings account, signed by the deceased, as well as two Halifax employees. My mother and her now fiance. None of them knew they had met before.
On Saturday afternoon i went to the Festival of Remembrance at the Royal Albert Hall.
Everyone had a photo placed on their seat which was to be held up during the performance.
They had been randomly placed on the seats.
When i looked at mine i recognised the name and photo.
I had visited the grave of him 2 years ago when i last went to France.
Out of all the photos i got when i recognised it did make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck
Everyone had a photo placed on their seat which was to be held up during the performance.
They had been randomly placed on the seats.
When i looked at mine i recognised the name and photo.
I had visited the grave of him 2 years ago when i last went to France.
Out of all the photos i got when i recognised it did make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck
baldy1926 said:
On Saturday afternoon i went to the Festival of Remembrance at the Royal Albert Hall.
Everyone had a photo placed on their seat which was to be held up during the performance.
They had been randomly placed on the seats.
When i looked at mine i recognised the name and photo.
I had visited the grave of him 2 years ago when i last went to France.
Out of all the photos i got when i recognised it did make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck
Presumably his wasn't the only grave you visited? In which case, you could have been given many (?) other photos and you'd have recognised them too. Everyone had a photo placed on their seat which was to be held up during the performance.
They had been randomly placed on the seats.
When i looked at mine i recognised the name and photo.
I had visited the grave of him 2 years ago when i last went to France.
Out of all the photos i got when i recognised it did make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck
In supermarket I recognised an old couple who were neighbours when I was a kid. Hadn’t seen them for 40 odd years. The lady was a bit spooked as I had come up in a conversation she had the week before with another old neighbour, first time she had thought about me in decades.
Roll forward a week. Wife & I had lunch in the Ritz for a big anniversary .30 odd miles from here.
They were on the next table!
Roll forward a week. Wife & I had lunch in the Ritz for a big anniversary .30 odd miles from here.
They were on the next table!
Back in 83 I had a great friend from Mexico who attended my school in the UK, he left at the end of the 3rd year to go back home.
Fast forward to 1986 and we're on a family holiday to the USA and have 2 days in Disneyland right in the middle of low season.
I'm stood next to a Nacho stall looking for my brother when I hear a familiar voice ask for a portion of Nachos with cheese, looking up I see my mate Roberto who looks at me just as shocked. Transpires that he's there for 2 days with his family as well.
Such a small world, especially considering his whole family had come from deepest Mexico to have a holiday, and we'd travelled from Oman to the UK onto the USA.
Fast forward to 1986 and we're on a family holiday to the USA and have 2 days in Disneyland right in the middle of low season.
I'm stood next to a Nacho stall looking for my brother when I hear a familiar voice ask for a portion of Nachos with cheese, looking up I see my mate Roberto who looks at me just as shocked. Transpires that he's there for 2 days with his family as well.
Such a small world, especially considering his whole family had come from deepest Mexico to have a holiday, and we'd travelled from Oman to the UK onto the USA.
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