True Stories about Fate and Destiny. Tales of Impossible Coincidence. Meetings Beyond Chance at Dreamwatch®
From the USA you visit Cairo, Egypt (pop. over 10 million, you know four of them) and literally bump into one that you know.
The one other person waiting for a plane on a dirt runway in a Peruvian jungle also happens to live in your small hometown in New England.
What are the chances? These situations seem impossible … are impossible … and I would have agreed … until they happened to me.
I shake my head because these stories leave me speechless. Do you have an impossible tale to tell? We'd love to read it.
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Miracle by Chance. A Story of Love Destined to Be.
©Copyright - by Jeannette Gardner (December, 2007) This is a 'true story' about how I met my boyfriend (now husband) on a dating site on the Internet. It's the unbelievable story behind it that's truly amazing of fate and destiny!
I used to hang out at a country bar called the Club Palomino. I loved listening to good bands there, and dancing to their country rock music. I used to drag my friend out to see my favourite band playing called Cheyenne, who were amazing and always packed the place. My friend and I used to get up and dance to their songs. I was interested in the rhythm guitar player in the band, to me, he was the best looking one, and I loved his voice along with his rhythm guitar sound. Yes, I had the 'hots' for him and would goggle eye him playing his guitar/singing while I was on the dance floor, or just standing at the bar listening and staring. I've always had this thing for bands as I play guitar too, and always wanted to play in a band. They played there for a long time and were the best band at the Club Palomino. I would go there as much as I could just to hear them play, and of course, always watching my favourite player. The sad part about it was I used to see him with a blonde girl, not knowing if she was his girlfriend or wife.
After seeing them playing there for a long time, the Club Palomino closed down. Yes, the club had been sold. Wouldn't you know it, a huge townhouse sub-division was put up and the club was gone. So were all the bands and my favourite band, Cheyenne.
When I first found out about the club closing down, I wanted to approach Cheyenne; particularly the rhythm guitar player and ask where they would be playing in the future. But I didn't have enough courage to do that. I guess things happen for a reason.
15 YEARS LATER......
As time went on I met someone and got married. That was a mistake. Eventually we got a divorce. I started going out to bars, again, got tired of it and not meeting anyone decent enough. I wasn't crazy about the bands playing at other bars either. Later, a friend told me to join a particular dating site on the Internet, which I thought I would never do. But, I thought I would check it out for fun as I heard so much about it through people even meeting their soul mates from that site. Surprisingly enough, I had a few dates, meeting in public places, but just didn't find the right one and thought I never would from a dating site. I sort of gave up on it until one night after getting home from a bar, which I hated, I went on my computer. For some reason I logged in that site again which I was really glad I did. I got an interesting email from a guy and liked his picture. I was also touched by his email and that he was also interested in my picture and profile.
From then on we started emailing each other quite a lot from that site. We seemed to have so much in common through our emails. We continued writing and eventually got on MSN, and chatted for quite some time. He was Bulgarian and I was Hungarian, how common was that! We discovered from our MSN chats that we had so much in common. It was really amazing. Our families even lived in the same town of all places. We chatted every night as often as we could.
And then, a miracle happened! We started chatting on our computers about music. Wow! We also liked all the same music and we both wrote songs. I told him I liked country music and used to frequent a particular bar about 15 years ago, which had closed down. Of course he asked me the name of the bar back then. I told him the Club Palomino. He was really surprised and told me he used to play there. I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not! He said he would send me a picture of his band that played there. I thought, 'yeah right' to myself as I waited patiently in front of my computer for the picture. Lo and behold, a huge picture came up on my screen: CHEYENNE, CLUB PALOMINO. I freaked! I couldn't believe it! It was him in the picture with Cheyenne. The guy I was interested in who was the rhythm guitar player in my favourite band. I was so shocked that I went crazy seeing this picture! It was just unbelievable! Like a miracle happened suddenly! Like a fairy tale! We carried on chatting every moment we had for some time, and eventually he gave me his phone number. We started talking on the phone every night. It was just amazing all the things we had in common about everything! Yes, it was too good to be true!
After about three weeks of talking on the phone every night, chatting on the computer and exchanging pictures, we decided to meet. I was brave enough for him to pick me up at my mother's place as I developed this trust in him, by his voice and his honesty. I met him downstairs in front of my mother's apartment building. He got out of his car, and the first thing we did was look at each other and started laughing and laughing like crazy, and couldn't stop laughing! He took me to the local Canadian Legion where we talked, had a drink together (still laughing) and we got more acquainted. Eventually we went into another room and sat down at a table. After a while, he asked me if I didn't mind if he got up on stage to do a solo. Hey, a man singing with his guitar was like being in heaven. He got up on stage and started playing his guitar and singing in front of an audience. That did it for me. I was hooked! And the guy I admired 15 years ago was performing in front of my eyes, and, was my date! I was in heaven!
We dated for about two years and it was absolutely wonderful. Eventually we bought a condo. Then, the final surprise! After moving into our condo, we looked out the window and to our astonishment what did we see? The office building of the dating site we joined, of all things! What a coincidence that was! It will be nine years being together, playing music, and still laughing! We are just two peas in a pod!
He met my friend who I was with at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, and he also remembered seeing us dancing while his band Cheyenne played. He also remembered me standing at the bar at times. I used to watch him go to the bar for his coffee and I know our eyes met each other's at that time. It sure is strange crossing one another's paths some 15 years ago—and now, being together in a different time in the future, and remembering!
And by the way, that blonde girl he was with at the Club Palomino, was the girl he eventually married which lasted eight years. He went through a brutal divorce. He did tell me that when I first saw him at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, that I should have approached him and told him she was 'bad news'. It's funny how life is, it just wasn't meant to be back then.
Fate brought us together. We met our ‘soul mates’! We got married on Nov. 21, 2009.
— Jeannette in Canada
What are the chances! - Two strangers meet Beyond Coincidence
I have a childhood girlfriend that I grew up with in Florida. I moved away to Massachusetts and had three girls. Sheri moved from our area we grew up in to Ocala which is about 5 hours away from where we grew up. She has three boys and a girl.
One of my daughters moved back to the area where we grew up. Kristen my daughter is a Sergeant in the army and has made a career of it. Sheri's two of the three boys are in the army.
This past week Kristen is on a training mission in St. Augustine FL, and who do you think she has a chance meeting with but my childhood friends oldest son.
They meet out as a group, he starts discussing with my daughter, his younger brother who just joined the Army. My daughter asks him, "Is your mother's name Sheri?" And he states to her, "Yes. How do you know that?"
Kristen tells him, "My mother and your mother grew up together. They are long distance friends through FB."
So weird the world is a very small place sometimes. I had to share cause, what are the chances of two strangers meeting that have a connection? … dududududududuuuu …
— Eileen in USA
HA! What a great story! I'm so happy you found Dreamwatch and shared it. I hope someday we learn the real story behind these 'chance meetings.' I think they must be fate. — Kat
Chance Meeting at the Nazca Plain in Peru — What are the chances!
I once saw a stunning photo of the mysterious ruins of Machu Picchu Peru, like I'd seen photos of Luxor and the pyramids in Egypt, and knew I wanted go there. I had also seen the 1982 film, Fitzcarraldo, about an avid opera lover and rubber baron who dreams of building an opera house in the Peruvian jungle. Adventurous. Exotic. I'm in.
I researched to see what more I could see: Iquitos, a border town you can only reach by plane or riverboat, gateway to Peru's Amazonian wilderness, where I stayed a few days in a jungle camp—and not the cozy eco-lodges of today, I mean screening tacked to rough wood framing with no electricity and beetles the size of your hand. It was a blast!!!
I booked through American Express Travel On Your Own for the following: Lima, with its bullet-scared buildings from the last military coup. Cuzco and Machu Picchu. Iquitos and the Amazon jungle camp. And why not add a little side trip, while I was in the neighborhood, to check out the lines on the Nazca plain.
So I arrived at the Nazca site and lunched in an outdoor restaurant where monkeys scurried above on open rafters. Time came for my flight over the plain to view the mysterious carved lines. I walked to airport (?) (for lack of a better word); it's a dirt runway surrounded by jungle. Now I'm nervous. And I'm all alone. I took a seat on the waiting bench, really just a piece of wood off the ground, under a little thatched roof.
Suddenly, there was an older guy at the other end of the bench. Maybe he was there all along but I just noticed him. It was only him and me in the middle of the Peruvian jungle sitting beside a dirt runway—not another soul in sight.
I glanced over and said, "Hi."
He smiled and said in perfect English, "That sounds American."
"I am." I said. "And you?
"Me too. From where?"
I didn't want to divulge personal information in case he led a gang of thieves back home to rob my house, so I said, "New England."
"Me too. What state?"
"Connecticut," I reluctantly confessed. "And you?
"Me too."
I asked what city and he said, "You probably never heard of it. REDACTED."
"Oh My God! You won't believe it but that's where I live too," I said. "What street do you live on?" The coincidence ended with our town, pop. 50,000 (not millions).
Now we're buddies. And, I know his name because he's the owner/editor of our local newspaper where my best friend was working, and still does thirty years later. Turns out he and his wife were traveling with another couple, but the sightseeing plane only fit three passengers, so he had to take the next flight—my flight.
What are the chances?
— Kat
Epilog: I was at the beginning of my Peruvian trip but he was leaving in a day or two. I asked him, when he returned home, to call my dad, tell him we met and I was okay—but not the part where I got airsick.
Beyond Coincidence — Pizza Order by Mental Telepathy?
I stopped after work and ordered a pizza, 1/2 sausage and 1/2 meatball which is what I usually order. About five minutes after I ordered, I was thinking I really wanted 1/2 beef instead of meatball. I thought, Oh well, next time. When I got home, you guessed it, 1/2 sausage and 1/2 beef was in the box.
— Tony in Vermont
Beyond Coincidence — Misplaced Earthquake Premonition
In Mid-December 2009 while reviewing my homeowner's insurance policy for renewal, I was stunned to see that earthquake insurance was not included. No damage coverage for earth quakes and shifts, tremors, mudslides nor volcanoes. The thought nagged me. Now I have to say, in southern New England we haven't had volcanic fissures in 200 million years, but I worry about such things. The last earthquake to cause hairline cracks in wall plaster was in the 1940s. We were over due and I felt vulnerable. Maybe it was the mudslide threat that kept me up at night, not common, but at least remotely possible. I renewed the policy as it was, but the thought still nagged me and my concern seemed to get worse. After a week of fretting, I called my insurer and added earthquake coverage to my new policy beginning early January 2010.
The very next day after my call, a house located down state was in danger of collapse due to a mudslide, an event so uncommon that it made the evening news. That mudslide must have been what I was feeling. I relaxed for a few days even though my insurance was not yet in effect, but anxiety grew stronger to near panic as January neared. All I could think of during that first week of 2010 was earthquake. Earthquake. EARTHQUAKE! Time is running out! Am I covered yet? The following week I knew what I was plugged into—the whole world knew. On January 12, 2010 the strongest quake in 200 years struck Haiti.
I can't say this was a premonition because my geography was so far off, so I posted my story here. — Kat in Conn.
A Chance Meeting in New York City — What are the chances!
Back in the 1970s I began my career in commercial art at a big ad agency in Hartford, Connecticut, much like the script of AMC's popular TV show MAD MEN. We worked on national accounts that spent big budgets for first class work. I was Art Production Manager and became good friends with Pat, an Assistant Art Director. We were two of only three women in almost-management positions in the Creative Department of about fifteen. I was from a small-ish town in Conn., population less than 50,000 and Pat, from an even smaller town in Maine, so we had a common histories. Life was good—interesting, exciting and fun—full of dreams and opportunity.
Eventually I was promoted to Art Director (the first woman to hold the spot), and I married. Pat won the big prize: Madison Avenue, New York City, where she was an Art Director. She met and married a Wall Street investment banker and lived happily ever after, I hope. (We lost touch.)
Anyway years later, I was visiting NYC for the day, a Saturday, with my husband and another couple. I had not yet begun my world travels and a day in New York was a big adventure. The four of us were walking down the street, likely lost and looking for a lunch spot that wouldn't leave us penniless, when I turned to speak to my husband. At that moment, a woman rushed out of a bank we were passing, and she and I literally crashed into each other.
You guessed it. There was Pat—the one person I knew who lived in NYC, pop. more than 7 million. We spoke for a few minutes then all went on our way. What are the chances?
— Kat
What are the chances! — Cairo story
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— Kat
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