Coincidences are usually pretty amusing. I would believe most people have experienced some kind of event in their life. Like thinking of a friend you haven't spoken with in years and suddenly the phone rings and it is that person. Or calling someone and the connection happens without any rings because you both called at the same time. Pretty much, "Hello?" "Ah, hello? Who is this?" And then you both realize what happened. I don't believe any of this to be supernatural occurrences, or of earth-shattering significance. Rather, just amusing events when they occur.
 
My wife and I had a coincidence the other day. We are planning a trip to the Lake Of The Ozarks, Missouri. I was checking on-line about rentals and such. When finished I sat down to watch TV with her and was mentioning about some information I acquired regarding the Ozarks. While talking I turned on Netflix. To our surprise in the show highlight section of the Netflix homepage, they were advertising a series called "Ozark". I mentioned to my wife of this odd coincidence. I told her this was just a random occurrence. I had no knowledge about this new show. We then decided to check it out. Sure enough, it is a series that takes place in the Lakes Of The Ozarks, Missouri. Follows a family coming from the Chicagoland area (same as us). Fortunately the similarities end there. We are 5-episodes in and it is a good show so far. 

The biggest coincidence that's ever happened to me was about 8 years ago when a friend of a friend visited Manhattan from England and my friend put us in touch. Her name was Michelle. We went out for dinner a couple of times and then she went off and did her own thing for a couple of days. At some point I was walking a dog on the Upper East Side when an old lady  stopped me to pet the dog. We got to talking, and she asked me where my accent was from. When I told her Newcastle, she said "oh, I was talking to a young girl in Central Park earlier and she said she was from Newcastle. Lovely girl. Name of Michelle." I asked the women her name, and she said it was Betty. So later I called Michelle and said "Have you been talking to Betty in the park?" Really freaked her out. In a city of 9 million people, this old lady stops to talk to a random girl in the park, and then that same day, all the way across town, she stops to talk to a random guy and it turns out it's a friend of the girl. I really should have put my lottery numbers on that week. 
 
Another weird thing happened to me a couple of weeks ago, albeit sadly. 20 years ago I worked with this really nice guy for a year or so and we'd have some great conversations on the job. He stood out in the place because everyone else seemed to be a lowlife or ex-con of some kind. Anyway when I left that job I never saw him again. 20 years later he pops into my mind, don't know why. So I figured that maybe I'd look him up on Facebook and get in touch. Trouble is, it's such a generic name that it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. I'm scrolling through hundreds of results, ignoring the ones which don't have a proper profile photo because I don't have time to click through to them all. But then a profile appears with a photo that's just a hand with a wristband on it. I don't know what made me click through to it, but looking through the person's photos I could see it was him. Success! He looks older obviously, and has gained weight, but it was definitely him. So I'm about to send him a "remember me!" message, and noticed all of these "RIP Malcolm" posts on his wall. He'd died the previous day! Couldn't believe it. 

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"20 years later he pops into my mind, don't know why". "He'd died the previous day! "
 
Whoa! Maybe there is something supernatural to coincidences. That's just weird.

Here's mine.  These events took place in the late 80's and, interestingly enough, start with a party at Steve Martin's house (yes, the comedian Steve Martin - he wasn't home and the guy house-sitting for him threw a party!).

• From one of those friend of a friend scenarios, I take a roommate (female) to a party at Steve Martin's house at least 50 miles away from home.  While there, my roommate runs into a guy she had met several years before named Frank Lee and introduces him to me.  ("Wow, that was weird!" she says.)
• The next week I'm at work (and am one of the few people with the access code to the computer room) so I was surprised to run into someone in there after I entered - it's Frank.  Turns out he fixes hard drives for a living.  ("What were the odds?" I thought.)
• That weekend I'm at my favorite nightclub and was hanging out with the girl in the shooter booth (who was the best friend of my girlfriend at the time - one of the waitresses).  This girl walks up, starts hitting on me, followed by a guy who says "Hey Craig!  Have you met my ex-wife?"  It's Frank and, apparently, even though they're divorced, he and his ex like to go to clubs together and hit on other people.  ("Ok, this is getting creepy!")
• The next week, I come home from work and, as I go into my bedroom, who's standing there?  Yep.  Frank.  (WTF??!?!??!?!?!)  Turns out, he and my other roommate (a male) had known each other their entire lives.  In fact, their mothers were in the same hospital a couple of doors apart both giving birth within an hour of each other.  Back then, I had an 18' x 28' bedroom that was mostly a party place with a bar and my roommate had permission to go in to mix drinks and that's exactly what they were doing when I got home.

Now THAT was a bunch of weird coincidences!
 
But wait, there's one more!  A co-worker friend of mine invited me over to watch a skateboard band that was practicing at his house (Jodi Foster's Army).  When I got there, he had a friend over watching who turned out to be Frank's brother!  

I was just thinking that this must be one of the very few freds that craigb (ITHRN) hasn't posted in.
 
Spooky!

craigb
Here's mine.  These events took place in the late 80's and, interestingly enough, start with a party at Steve Martin's house (yes, the comedian Steve Martin - he wasn't home and the guy house-sitting for him threw a party!).

• From one of those friend of a friend scenarios, I take a roommate (female) to a party at Steve Martin's house at least 50 miles away from home.  While there, my roommate runs into a guy she had met several years before named Frank Lee and introduces him to me.  ("Wow, that was weird!" she says.)
• The next week I'm at work (and am one of the few people with the access code to the computer room) so I was surprised to run into someone in there after I entered - it's Frank.  Turns out he fixes hard drives for a living.  ("What were the odds?" I thought.)
• That weekend I'm at my favorite nightclub and was hanging out with the girl in the shooter booth (who was the best friend of my girlfriend at the time - one of the waitresses).  This girl walks up, starts hitting on me, followed by a guy who says "Hey Craig!  Have you met my ex-wife?"  It's Frank and, apparently, even though they're divorced, he and his ex like to go to clubs together and hit on other people.  ("Ok, this is getting creepy!")
• The next week, I come home from work and, as I go into my bedroom, who's standing there?  Yep.  Frank.  (WTF??!?!??!?!?!)  Turns out, he and my other roommate (a male) had known each other their entire lives.  In fact, their mothers were in the same hospital a couple of doors apart both giving birth within an hour of each other.  Back then, I had an 18' x 28' bedroom that was mostly a party place with a bar and my roommate had permission to go in to mix drinks and that's exactly what they were doing when I got home.

Now THAT was a bunch of weird coincidences!
 
But wait, there's one more!  A co-worker friend of mine invited me over to watch a skateboard band that was practicing at his house (Jodi Foster's Army).  When I got there, he had a friend over watching who turned out to be Frank's brother!  

Six degrees of separation?

My wife and I run a computer service company. A customer we haven't talked to for years or at least for a great while will come to her mind and 100% that happens - they call, that day.
 
Freaks her out.
 
She can't control it, i.e force think of someone, and make it happen.

Hell, I'd go so far as to say...that we're all spiritually connected, but those that enter our lives even more so.  Whenever you find yourself in an anonymous group in public (airplane, waiting in line for Roger Waters, waiting in line at the supermarket wherever)  you may be connected to those in your immediate  vicinity.    Don't let life's precious moments pass you by, look around you. 

It was a fine Saturday afternoon of August 2006 - my then-girlfriend had an appointment with the hairdresser. Before leaving she asked me if I needed anything downtown.
 
"I'll have a black kitten and a grey kitten" I jokingly replied.
 
She arrived to the salon and noticed a box in the corner - earlier that week, the owner had rescued a bunch of newborn kittens he'd found in the lot behind his establishment. Two were left - a black one and a grey one.
 
Of course she brought them back - not only had I asked her, but the guy was going to take them to a shelter at the end of the day because he was closing the place for a few days and he had no one to take care of them kitties.
 
Cats. They're magic.