Coincidences can, and do, happen and so are, for the most part, meaningless. But there are some coincidences that are just too unusual to ignore, and it may leave one wondering if there was something more to the story. Here are a few examples of coincidences that go a little beyond the realm of mere happenstance:
• In 1975 a man was riding his moped down the street in Bermuda when he was hit by a taxi and killed. Exactly one year later, the brother of the man riding the moped was driving exactly the same moped. He was hit by the same taxi, which was being driven by the same taxi driver and had the same passenger. The brother was also killed.
• There was a man named Robert Fallon in 1858 who was shot while playing poker by another player who accused him of cheating to win the grand pot of $600. Because the money was now tainted, none of the other players wanted to take it. They found a new player who didn’t know of the unlucky money and he took the $600 and turned it into $2,200 in winnings. The police stepped in at this point and demanded that the money be given to Fallon’s next of kin. They then discovered that Fallon’s next of kin was in fact, the new player. He was Fallon’s son and it had been seven years since he had seen his father.
• In Detroit in the 1930s, a man named Joseph Figlock was taking a walk down a residential street when a baby fell out of a second-story window onto Figlock. Figlock caught the baby and both he and the baby were no worse for the wear. One year from that date, Figlock was again walking down the street when the same baby fell from the same window onto him. Once again, he returned the unharmed baby to its mother and Figlock, who was also unharmed for the second time, continued on his way.
• Anne Parish was an American author and she was looking through a bookstore with her husband one day in the 1920s. Coming across a book titled, “Jack Frost and Other Stories,” she told her husband how much she had loved the book as a child. Her husband thought he would buy the book for her and picked it up. Opening the book, he found written on the flyleaf, “Anne Parish, 209 N. Webster Street, Colorado Springs.” This book was the exact book that Anne Parish had treasured so much as a young girl.