The Immigration Coincidence Story

Ellis Island: entry facility for immigrants to USA 1892-1954.

A story I received via JC.

My grandparents are immigrants who met each other on the boat to the US. They obviously went on to get married, have children and have lived a happy life together.

Years and years after arriving in America, my grandmother was reminiscing about her trip to the boat and how she nearly missed it.

She told the story of how the car she was in, on the way to the port, broke down. The driver said to her and her sister, "Don't worry ladies. I’ve got a friend up the street who’s handy with this stuff and he’ll help me out. You have a drink here at this pub and I’ll be back in a bit."

An hour or so later he returned and they went on their way.

When my grandma told this story, my grandpa remembered helping to fix a car just before he left for the boat himself. Turns out it was her car he fixed!

The strange thing was, my grandfather wasn’t a mechanic, he was just handy. If he hadn’t been, perhaps my grandmother would have missed the boat and they would never have met.

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Here's a coincidence story from my cuttings, very short, but quite remarkable. It's from Shirley Myerscough who lives in England.

Many years ago, my cousin came to visit me from Canada.

We decided to go for a walk on the moors. We caught a bus to the nearest town and started to walk to one of the highest parts of the moors (Rivington Pike).

After a long walk, we sat on the grass near the beacon. It was a beautiful day, and we could see for miles. There wasn't a soul in sight. Then suddenly we heard a voice saying, "How can I get up there?"

I said to my cousin, "That voice doesn't sound English."

This elderly gentleman appeared. It was the minister from my cousin's church in Vancouver!

~ Shirley Myerscough.

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Samuel Wilberforce - English Bishop of the Church of England

Within the pages of the Times Daily, dated Jan 13, 1894 there is a report of A True Ghost Story featuring Samuel Wilberforce. This is what was said:

On a certain occasion the worthy bishop [Samuel Wilberforce] had accepted an invitation to stay at a country house not far from London. Entering the drawing room previous to dinner on the evening of his arrival, he noticed a priest - evidently of the Roman communion - sitting by the open fire and taking no part in the general conversation. The bishop was somewhat surprised at not being presented to the priest. To his further astonishment, a few minutes later, dinner being announced, the guests retired, leaving the priest by the fire.

The hostess assigned Bishop Wilberforce the seat of honour at her right hand, as soon as an opportunity offered he remarked:

"I beg your pardon, madam, but may I enquire who was the priest we left sitting apart in the drawing room?"

"Ah, you have seen him then?" replied the lady. "It is not everyone who has the privilege. I cannot tell you who he is or whence he comes. For many years this spectre has haunted the house and grounds. He seems to do no harm, and although he appears only occasionally we have become quite accustomed to our friendly ghost."

"How very singular!" remarked his lordship. "But have you never addressed your priestly spectre?"

"Indeed, I have had no opportunity, nor the desire, for that matter," responded the hostess, growing pale.

"May I have the liberty now?" inquired the dignitary.

"With all my heart, your lordship," replied the lady.

The bishop arose, and returning to the drawing room found the priest where he had left him a few minutes before, Having no fear, the bishop said kindly: "Who are you, my friend, and why are you here?"

"I am the spirit of a priest who left this world some 80 years ago, and I am here to impart to any one who will receive it a secret which died with me. I could not rest in my grave while a great wrong was being done which it was my power to right. I have been returning all these years in the hope that someone would address me, for it was not given to me to be the first to speak. All men have shunned me until now, and it is your mission to do my bidding.

"I was a priest of the church of Rome and was called to this house 80 years ago to receive the confession of a dying man. He was the sole possessor of a secret, the knowledge of which would alter materially the entail of a this vast estate, and in his death this man wished to repair the terrible wrong he had brought upon his kin.

"At his request I wrote down the confession word for word, as he gave it to me, and when finished had barely time to administer the final sacrament of the church before he expired in my arms,

"It was very important that I should return to London that night, and in passing through the library to leave the house, I concluded it would be better not to carry the paper on which was written the confession away with me, but to place it somewhere secure, unseen spot, where I could obtain it the following day and deliver the document to the person for whom it was intended.

"Mounting the steps to the book shelves, I took out a copy of Young's Night Thoughts, which was the first book upon the uppermost shelf nearest the last window, and inserted the paper carefully between its leaves. I replaced the book and departed.

"A horse was awaiting me at the door, but ere we reached the entrance of the grounds he took fright. I was thrown and instantly killed. Thus died the secret of my confessor with me.

"No one has disturbed that book in all the years, and no one has had the courage to address this messenger from the unknown. The paper will be found as I stated, and now remains for you to correct the injustice which has so long been upon this noble family. My mission is over, and I can rest in peace."

At the close of this remarkable speech the spectre faded gradually from sight, and the bishop was left gazing into space.

Recovering from his astonishment, Bishop Wilberforce went at once to the library as indicated by the specter. He found the document, just as described, but now faded and yellow.

The secret of the confession never became known to the world. The good bishop regarded it as a confidence from the spiritual world.

It is a fact, however, that about the time of this extraordinary occurrence the magnificent estate in question passed into the possession of a remote member of the family, who until then had lived in obscurity.

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If, as some believe, we continue following death then why not our animals as well. Here's such a story  ... or is it simply a recurring dream?

My long departed German Shepherd comes to me in my dreams and he is sometimes accompanied by my Samoyed dog, who died some years later.

I run through fields with them and I fuss them, feeling their fur and smelling their musty warm smell.

These dreams usually occur when I am worried or feeling down and I always wake with a smile on my face.

That dog was such a good friend to me, and when he died I was heartbroken. I'm sure I will see him and my other pets again one day.

~ K.B.

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Destined To Link Up One Final Time

In this story the lady, who wishes to remain anonymous for obvious reasons, is of the opinion that we are perhaps destined to meet certain people at specific times during our lifetime. In this case this happened for a final time because of her dreams.

Many years ago, after a painful divorce, I had a long affair with a married man (sorry!)

It ended amicably, he went on to have a good life and I remarried.

I was on holiday in France 20 years later when I dreamed about this man for two consecutive nights, which I thought strange.

I found his telephone number and rang his wife, claiming my husband was a friend of his, and she said that he was in hospital.

I telephoned the hospital and the nurse gave him the telephone.

He immediately recognised my voice, and we had a long chat about our lives. We kept in touch for a couple of weeks, then contact stopped.

I found out that he had suddenly died.

It seemed I was destined to make contact with him again before he died.

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I like some of the old classic coincidence stories. How accurate they are is hard to say, as time tends to alter the tales like Chinese Whispers. Here's the story of Robert Fallon, who won his son a large some of money - but when he was dead!

Back in 1858 a Robert Fallon from England went to San Francisco and got involved in a game of poker at the Bella Union saloon. He was accused of cheating and was shot dead after winning $600.

The belief amongst the gambling fraternity was that money won by cheating was unlucky. The other players asked a passer by to take the dead man's place at the table and gave him the $600 as stake money. They thought they would have no trouble in winning back their money.

By the time the police arrived the new player had turned the $600 into $2200. The police asked for the dead man's $600 so that it could be given to Fallon's next of kin.

It turned out that the new player, plucked from the street at random, was actually Robert Fallon's son! He hadn't seen his father for over seven years.

After proving his identity the cash was his.

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They Meet Up Again After 70 Years - By Coincidence

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Another coincidence meeting from my cuttings by Jeff Pickard. Perhaps we are meant to reunite with some people out of the blue.

From 1945 to 1949, I attended Maldon Grammar Scool in Essex. In my first year was a Michael Letten who, like me, lived in Burnham-on-Crouch. With his brother William at the same school, we all travelled each day from Burnham-on-Crouch to Malden by bus.

On July 17, 2016, I was at Worthing Hospital with my wife, who was having an operation. While waiting for her return, I sat with about 14 people in the waiting room. A nurse appeared and called out, "Mr Letten," and an elderly gentleman raised his hand and identified himself.

Never having heard this surname since the Forties at school, I was intrigued and asked him if he had any Essex connections. He replied that he did.

I informed him that I came from Burnham-on-Crouch and had attended Maldon Grammar School with two brothers from Burnham, one of whom was in my class.

Mr Letten was surprised to say the least - he confirmed he was Michael's elder brother William and told me that Michael is now living in Dorchester.

How amazing to meet again after 70 years, Plenty of reminiscing and a meeting to be arranged.

~ Jeff Pickard.

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When I was young, about 10 or 11, I had this strange idea that we only have so many breaths in a lifetime. As to how, or why I arrived at this I'm not sure, but I always tried to breathe slowly and at times hold my breath.

I then thought that if my idea was right maybe it also was true about other things, for instance, perhaps there are only so many words we can speak in a lifetime and so on.

I got over this theory and forgot all about it until, that is, I started reading Lobsang Rampa's books when in my early twenties. This is a guy who reckons he was once a Tibetan Lama. His first book The Third Eye was particularly convincing but many thought him to be a fraud later.

Anyway, in one of his books, The Rampa Story, he wrote the following, which was told to him by the Lama Mingyar Dondup: "A human lives for 2,700,000,000 heartbeats, and so does the lowliest insect."

This got me breathing slowly again! Especially as my calculator showed that at an average 70 beats per minute a lifespan would be 73.38 years. I wanted to live much longer than this - and still do.

My resting pulse is now about 54 so, with the Lama's theory, this would let me see out 95 years. But, of course, at times my pulse rate does rise higher, even much higher.

The book went on to say that, "The life of a planet is (also) 2,700,000,000 heartbeats after which it dies, but from the death of a planet others are born."

So how long is a planet's heartbeat? To quote again, "A planet - they vary, of course - but one planet may have one heart beat in 27,000 years, and after that there will be convulsions upon that world as it shakes itself ready for the next heartbeat."

So I guess my early age theory about having so many breaths may be viable - at least if I mention it in a Tibetan monastery! It can, of course, also be shot down in flames.

In saying that some people - it's claimed - do live a long time. Thomas Parr supposedly lived 152 years, Henry Jenkins 169, Louisa Truxo 175 years and so on.

Not too sure about them, but one I do know to be true was my maternal grandmother, Lucy English, who lived to 104, despite breaking her hip while hanging new curtains. She received a congratulations telegram from Queen Elizabeth II (because of her age not for her curtains!).

So with only 2,700,000,000 heartbeats it pays to go slow - the tortoise does outlive the hare.

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From my clippings a double coincidence by David Mann.

When I began my teaching career, I was lucky enough to be able to teach English at Craigroyston High School.

One day while preparing for a lesson, I decided to write ten sentences for the children to copy down and then put the apostrophe in the correct place. Among the sentences was: COLIN HAS STOLEN ANDYS PEN.

I knew that the children would laugh at that because, although they were pleasant characters, Colin Reilly was invariably well behaved, while Andy Henderson could be a bit naughty at times.

A couple of hours later, I arrived at the classroom for my lesson, and found there was silly behaviour going on, so I asked what it was all about.

"Colin has just taken Andy's pen, sir!" a helpful voice called out. "Colin is naughtier than you think!"

I stared in amazement at the next sentence in my list: "COLIN HAS STOLEN ANDYS PEN".

When I told the children, they would not believe me until I showed them the piece if paper.

Thirty-four years later, my wife and I were standing at the back of a long queue at London City airport, waiting to board a plane to Edinburgh.

We began to talk to an elderly couple in front of us. For some reason, I thought I'd mention the apostrophe story.

Just after I had told the story, a guy in his 40s, who had turned round a few times during it, suddenly said: "Mr Mann! I am Colin Rielly!"

I'm sure anybody could imagine my surprise.

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A.F. Kennedy of Victory Grocers has come up with a far greater than a million-to-one-coincidence.

Kennedy's firm received a shipment of canned milk, in a boxcar with the serial number of 80,061.

The car was sealed with a metal strip, also bearing the number 80,061.

A railroad man said he's never before seen seal numbers match serial numbers of cars to which they were attached.

A mathematician (who may or may not be right!) computed that with just five digits, the chances of this happening are something like one in 9,999,900,001.

And here's an out of this world coincidence from 1983.

Cosmos 1402, the Soviet spy satellite that plunged to Earth on January 23, 1983, drew more than the usual interest in Sedona, Ariz. Not only do Ann and Henry Cosmos have the same surname as the satellite, but their post office box number is also 1402.

When the couple first noticed the coincidence during a television broadcast, "We were kind of stunned about it," Mrs Cosmos said. With all the publicity, they have been kidded by friends, but they don't mind.

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Coincidences aren't a new thing ! This one dates back to the 1930s and features the birthplace of the famous Scottish poet Robert Burns.

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Some 16 years ago a visitor to Burn's Cottage at Alloway detached one of the brass handles of the drawers of the poet's writing desk in the museum.

Another visitor, who saw what had happened, told the caretaker, and eventually the offender was traced to Carlisle and the brass handle recovered.

The other day a visitor to the Cottage recalled the incident and stated that he was the culprit. The regrettable affair, he said, had been on his conscience ever since. He lived abroad, and on his first visit to Scotland since the incident he came to tender apologies and at the same time handed over the sum of £10 towards the funds of the Cottage.

The same day a chauffeur who was driving a party of tourists from England said to the caretaker at the cottage, "You were not here 16 years ago!"

The caretaker said he was not. The chauffeur then asked if he had heard about the handle of a desk having been appropriated and recovered. The caretaker said he had.

"Well," said the chauffeur, "I was the man who drove the offending party."

It is a remarkable coincidence that these two men would turn up at the Cottage after 16 years on the same day.

Source: The Glasgow Herald - July 18, 1930.

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Seeing Or Sensing Dead People: Imagination Or Reality?

A few quickies from my cuttings file where people clain they have experienced seeing someone who has died. Imagination or perhaps a reality?

Four years ago I awoke in a panic about a friend whom I had not seen for some years. He was quite well known and I often thought about him, but never in panic.

I rushed to the computer to discover he had died in the night. I am still amazed by this as I am a sceptical person

~ Katymay

My brother was killed 40 years ago, aged 21, when he took a short cut over the railway line. The following night, I woke up and I saw him as clear as anything, lying on the floor with his back to the sideboard.

~ Perfect 10

During the worst five days of my serious illness, my late father appeared in a recurring dream on five consecutive nights. During the dream we laughed like drains together.

These dreams were very comforting.

My mind was doing what it could to get me through a hard time. Some might say the old boy was helping from the 'other side', but there's no reason why I should believe this.

~ Peter

I guess though it doesn't really matter if it is imagination or reality if it comforts the bereaved.

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