This article speaks in depth to one of Indrid's favorite occurrences in life-the absurd coincidence.
From the article;
"..... Sir Anthony Hopkins, left, got on the Tube after a fruitless search for George Feifer's novel The Girl from Petrovka. He looked down, and there on the next seat was a copy of the book. It was the author's own, stolen two years before. Two more classics: in 2001 Laura Buxton released a balloon in Staffordshire. It was found 140 miles away - by a girl called Laura Buxton. Neville Ebin died in Bermuda when a taxi knocked him off his moped. A year later his brother was killed on the same moped in the same street by the same taxi driven by the same man and carrying the same passenger. And, best of all, in Massachusetts in 1965 Roger Lausier, aged four, was saved from drowning by a woman called Alice Blaise. Nine years later Roger saw a man drowning on the same beach, dived in and saved him. He was Alice Blaise's husband."
It's fun to think of just what kinds of events like these above happen daily and no one knows.
A man in Georgia drinks water that contains atoms which formerly were within the flesh of a distant ancestor.
Your next door neighbor is snoring in sync with you. No one can hear it, that we know of, but were microphones in each house piping the sound to a recorder you would be as a snoring chorus.
The night you had a waking dream where a small, distant voice was calling your name and you froze in abject fear, somewhere someone was calling out the same name in abject fear-and they may not have been calling you, but still...woven into that surely there is some coincidence.
Not included in the article are fun things like people being struck by meteors-an even more enjoyable improbability than lightning strikes. Or people who fortuitously missed doomed airline flights. There's the remarkable story of the short novel by Morgan Robertson, titled Futility.
It actually falls more under the realm of downright prophecy.
