“It Has To Be Under 1% Chance”: 30 People Share The Craziest Stories That Actually Happened To Them
We all love a good “based on a true story” film or a documentary with so many twists and turns our brains can’t comprehend that they actually happened. Truth is stranger than fiction, anyway. And while not everyone has the platform or the budget to share their wild stories with the world, many people still have these unbelievable tales, just sitting inside their brains waiting to be shared.
Thankfully for us, one Reddit user recently started a conversation by asking others to detail the craziest things that have ever happened to them, and people certainly delivered in the responses. We’ve compiled a list of the most shocking and intriguing stories down below, so you too can read them and marvel at these crazy tales and unbelievable coincidences.
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I was abducted when I was 15. My “best friend” helped the pimps (who she was working for) help sell me.
I had a pimp, named Goldie, beat the s**t out of me the first night and then made me go out on the streets. He followed me every time I was picked up to make sure I didn’t run away. I finally found a opportunity, and ran away with a couple of bucks in my pocket. Another pimp helped me escape. When I finally made it home, my parents were so happy. The rest of the world, not so much.
Kids at school found out and I was labeled a wh*re forever. This was 30 years ago, and I just had a girl I went to HS with message me on Facebook to tell me that I have to always remember I’m nothing but a cheap hooker. This was after she saw my name in a mutual friends post. I informed her I work with social workers and police officers who try and help victims of trafficking. That the shame spiral for these poor girls leads to all rate mortality at an alarming speed. That my partner and best friends know what happened to me.
I used to let it shape me. I used to think I was just an ex hooker so no one would ever love me or want me. That I wasn’t supposed to be happy or ever have a good job. Or that I would lose it all if anyone ever found out.
I’m only in my 40s now but I’m wise enough to have figured out all of my fears were just from PTSD. I do deserve happiness and a good life. I’m not an ex hooker- I was a kid and a victim.
Kids - if anyone tells you that you aren’t s**t, please remember you are AWESOME. And if your situation is s**t, I promise you. It can get better. Hugs from an Oregon mamma.
Edit : thanks so much everyone! Holy smokes I woke up to so much support and so many great messages and comments. You guys made my whole week.
I had a beater car in college. It was an ancient Plymouth, made mostly out of duct tape and rust.
I had all of my college books in it. Just kept them there. Easier for studying. Go out to my car and grab what I need. Engineering books, too. So super super expensive.
Someone stole my car out of my driveway with all my books in it.
Police report, all that. No joy. I was heartbroken. How in the world could I do my homework? How could I continue the semester? I was totally f****d.
My mom offered to take me to school that day. I was just ruined. I had no hope. No idea how I would get by.
And on an on-ramp on the way to school, **there she sat**. I just happened to notice her as we were driving by!
The old girl chose *that exact moment to throw her transmission*. When the thief was out joyriding it around and tried to get on the freeway. And I just happened to notice it sitting there.
All my books were still in it.
You just don't get that kind of loyalty with a car anymore. She sacrificed herself in just the right spot so I'd see her and get my books back. I'll always love that car. Godspeed, you old boat.
This kind of reminds me of my old car, Linda. It was an old bmw with 359k miles, and I was pulling into my driveway when she finally broke down for good. I genuinely feel like she didn’t want to leave me stranded on the side of the road somewhere. Lol
In 2013 I received a notice from my college that my low GPA from the previous semester made me ineligible for financial aid the following semester. It was my last term in grad school and the college was threatening to drop me from all classes if I didn't pay tuition within 72 hours. I went to drown my sorrows at a bar later that night and I met a stranger and we started talking. I told her my story and she offered to pay my tuition. I told her I didn't accept loans from strangers but she said it was a gift. Turns out she was a very wealthy CEO and that night she wrote me a check for $2,500. I paid my tuition, finished school, and we still keep in touch.
When I was a teen in the '80s, I got to meet and briefly hang out with an idol of mine. He was (and still is) an extremely famous rock star. He was very nice but a bit twitchy and very high-energy. Cocaine is a Hell of a drug.
At the end of my little visit, I asked if I could have a photo with him. He said "let's take a bunch!" So I handed my camera to an assistant and he took a few nice normal pictures. As I'm reaching to take back my camera I hear "ONE MORE!" from behind me, and the dude jumps on my back and assistant snaps the photo. Keep in mind that I was a 14-year-old girl at the time, Mr. Rock Star weighed probably 200 pounds, and I was caught completely off guard. It's a miracle that I kept my feet under me and didn't get injured, but I got the most hilarious photo ever!
Fast forward about 35 years, and I by some miracle had occasion to meet him again. I was standing around with some other people waiting, he came in and started shaking hands. When he got to me, he shook my hand, looked me straight in the eye, and said "Hey there Gorilla! How's your back these days?" I was literally shocked speechless. This man, who has been fighting drug and alcohol addiction for most of his life, remembered a 15 minute chat/photo-op with a nervous teenager several decades ago, remembered my name and his little prank, and recognized me in middle age.
What a great guy. I'm still his biggest fan.
My dad wrote a book a very long time ago, and signed the copy that he gave to his in-laws. Years after he had died I loaned the signed copy to a guy I was dating. We stopped seeing each other and he never gave it back.
Years later I decided I wanted a copy of my dad’s book even though it wouldn’t be *my* signed copy so I ordered it used on Amazon. The book that arrived is the signed one I’d loaned out. Turns out he had sold it to a used bookstore, and I just happened to order from them.
Was going to see a concert with some friends. Printed my ticket at home. This was before mobile tickets were ubiquitous. We all decided to meet at a bar about a mile from the venue, then walk over after a few drinks.
Have our drinks and some food and head to the venue. When we get there, I suddenly realize I don't have my ticket on me. Panicked, I run back to the bar. Check my car in the parking lot, nothing. Head inside the bar, check the table we were at, look everywhere. No ticket.
Bummed and dejected, I leave the bar and begin to trek back to the venue to let my friends know I can't go with them. While I was waiting at a crosswalk, the wind blows a bit, and with it, a sheet of paper floats past me and comes to a stop on the sidewalk.
I reach down, pick it up, and it's my goddamn printed ticket. One of the best days of my life.
Taking a beautiful Saturday morning ride home on my motorcycle. Mini van pulled out in front of me. Totalled motorcycle and van. Hospital did a scan of my head. Come to find out I had brain cancer that we caught very early. Which may have saved my life.
Had a similar experience. Kept getting a stitch in my side and put it down to a pulled muscle. Over months the pain of it got worse, to the point it would immobilise me. Finally went to the doctor and it turned out to be a large ovarian cyst the size of an American football. I named it Clark After surgery the surgeon told me they had found cancer in my womb while removing Clark, so I ended up having a full hysterectomy. Clark saved my life.
I (American) was visiting the UK for the first time. I got to my hostel and started chatting with the Australian guy in the bed above mine. When I mention where I’m from, he says there’s a famous restaurant there he really loves and goes to with his family every time they visit. Turns out it was a place I used to work. He says “Hey I have a picture of our server from the last time I was there, maybe it’s someone you know.” It was me.
One New Years in the middle of a small mining village in the UK, my friend a little worse for wear decides the play his didgeridoo in the middle of the street at midnight. Cue an Australian man walking past 'Is that a didgeridoo? I'm from Queensland', followed by lots of drunk cheering in an otherwise empty street.
My husband and I went to a Tom Petty concert at the last minute only being able to get tickets for the cheap seats. Right before the concert starts somebody approaches us and says ‘do you want to get bumped up’ and I said sure because there can’t be any worse seats than this and he says ‘ I am with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers and these are front row seats’. He hands them to me and disappears. My husband and I looked at each other, walk to the front section security guard, showed him our tickets and he walked us to front row center seats and we enjoyed a really great concert.
I’m a medic and firefighter. We once had a call for something normal, like chest pain or something, I can’t remember. The caller said he was in his barn/garage, which isn’t weird really around here.
Anyway we pull up on scene and something just felt off. No idea why but something just told me in my gut that something was wrong.
I decided to do a 360 around the building before we went through the door at the front that was clearly the entrance. I walk around and come to a window on the side of the building and look in.
There was a shotgun rigged to the door. The guy had set a booby trap for us. And he had hung himself as well.
We kicked in this plexiglass type material on the side of the building and entered that way. Guy was dead. Nothing we could do about it at that point.
I would have been the first through that door. No idea why I didn’t just walk through it that day.
Edit: I’ll try to answer some of the questions here.
No idea why the guy did what he did, but my hypothesis in situations like this and mass shootings and the like is angry suicide.
The reason I made entry before police were present was because they were more than 30 minutes away and if the guy wasn’t dead I would have attempted to revive him. I assessed the scene and made a risk/reward decision and decided it was safe enough for me to enter from the side of the building.
I’m not religious and I think it was just training and experience that made me double check the scene. Something looked off to me at the time but I can’t even point out what it was. I’ve been in emergency services for about 15 years and this is just one story of weird s**t that has happened in that time.
And thanks to everyone for saying kind things about me still being here. I’m glad I’m here too.
People will try to explain this a couple different ways, either this kind of intuition is just you noticing things that you're not consciously aware of, or there's something a lot weirder going on (fringe science kinda thing or even supernatural). Personally, I definitely think the former happens all the time, that we just take in all this stimuli that we're not fully aware of, and our brain is filtering it all in the background and matching patterns, and sometimes it goes "Hey, this might be worth checking out.". Having said that, I like to keep an open mind and don't dismiss the possibility of something far stranger. There's still just so much we don't know, though science continues to unlock little pieces a bit at a time.
I was walking through the woods with my boyfriend in high school and we found some papers scattered everywhere. They were really old and gross but we were like "oh what if it's the DB Cooper briefcase" or something and picked up a sheet to see what it was and it WAS A HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT I COMPLETED AND TURNED IN DURING THE 4TH GRADE.
Nothing could have prepared me to see my own name in my own childhood handwriting in the middle of the woods lol
I moved away from my hometown when I was 20. I started working for a company that had several locations around the city. One day I just happened to be walking past one of the locations that I didn't work at because I was going to an eye appointment. Right as I was walking by, a guy I knew from that other location walks out the door and tells me that my mom is on the phone. She was desperately trying to get in touch with me because my grandfather had died. She knew the name of the company I worked for but didn't know which location I worked at, so she got an operator to connect her with one of the locations at random. The guy I knew said he was on the phone with her and was just starting to explain that I didn't work at that location when he looked out the window and saw me walking by.
Our guitarist was late to band practice so we decided to go to the mall and pick up our drummer's pre-ordered copy of GTA4. We decided we were hungry but we were ultra broke so we went to Wendy's. We happened to be talking about quad core processors (brand new tech) and how the rumors we heard was that they were prone to crashing. This old guy behind us interrupts us and tells us he finds them to be quite stable. We talk computers with him a bit and he says he'd be interested in hiring us for an infusion of youth into his company. He gave us his card and told him we appreciated the offer.
We look him and his company up later and he's a legit billionaire. Private jet billionaire. We apply and the interview was basically a formality because he met us in the lobby and said he was going to tell them to push us through.
I went from blockbuster to a corporate job as a software tester due to a series of coincidences.
Me, my husband & 2 young kids decide to go to a Six Flags park on a Saturday. I picked out everyone clothes for the day, but my husband decided to wear a different shirt, an ugly green polo. I hated the shirt and acted pissy all the way to the park during the two hour drive.
We arrive and got in line to get admission tickets then a stranger walks up and asks us if we want to get in free as he had season passes and it was some kind of "bring a friend" type of promo day.
We thanked him for saving us admission costs and asked him "why did you choose us out of all he people here?".
It was because my husbands shirt color was the same color of his favorite sport team.
My husband laughed about it all day.
This was early seventies when I was about 1 year old. My parents went on a camping trip in New Hampshire, got to the site late, and had to set up everything in the dark. My parents put me in this German-made baby leash thing and wrapped it around their arms, because I would "sleep crawl" and there was no crib.
The next morning my father awoke to tugging on his wrist. He finds me dangling by the leash straight over a several hundred foot shear cliff. They had set up the tent not knowing how close they were to the side.
If it hadn't been for a little leather strap attached to a harness around me, I would have plummeted to my death without making a sound that night and no one would have known for hours. It was possible they wouldn't have found my body because the valley below had coyotes at the time.
I opened my wallet to show my friends I had no monies, and a moth flew out of it.
Edit: I first related this incident 9 years ago, and it got ~500 karma. 3 years ago it was ~4000.
I think maybe all need a laugh more as time moves on.
I am also a moth, my day job is flying into empty wallets then flying out when they are opened. I’m paid like a famous actor
I was visiting the Statue of Liberty with my family. Accidentally bumped into a woman. When I turned around to apologize I realized it was the exchange student we had hosted a decade before. What a coincidence that we were visiting NYC from TN and she was visiting from Denmark at the same time, we both decided to visit the Statue of Liberty at the same time, and I just so happened to clumsily run into her. It’s a small world
All of these stories really make me consider the “we’re living in a simulation” theory
I was working a front desk job at a small office in a strip mall. A car pulled up, went over the curb, through the window, and hit the desk as I was sitting there.
I had an ear infection that was misdiagnosed for years, from when I was about 25-33. During that timeline, it spread out of my ear canal and into the surrounding bone. Then, due to an atypical born formation in my skull that would have otherwise been asymptomatic, the infection traveled up my skull and into my cranial cavity, unbeknownst to me.
The symptoms I experienced were only in my ear, where I felt fluid and pressure. I finally demanded that an ent place a tube to try to clear out the infection.
The tube drained for about three weeks, and finally the ent I had gone to panicked and misdiagnosed me with a cerebrospinal fluid leak. He rushed me to the ER without even testing the fluid, and he intended to cut my skull open to look for a cerebrospinal fluid leak that didn't exist. I was in the ER on a table with the doctors running preop antibiotics when I got a call from a friend of the family who is a doctor. He had been speaking to his doctor friends, and they all agreed I needed to get the f**k out of there. They didn't believe there was a csf leak at all. I told the team of doctors who had assembled to operate on me that I was leaving, and they were pissed. They all shot me condescending and angry looks as I left.
I got a call two days later from the ent telling me that they got the analysis of the fluid back, and it wasn't cerebrospinal fluid. I was in shock. They were going to slice my head open on a fishing expedition for a csf leak that didn't exist. He didn't apologize or anything. I hung up the phone and never talked to him again.
Eventually, the team of neurosurgeons my friend knew diagnosed me with a runaway ear infection. One told me that I have "the most unique looking skull he'd ever seen." Some compliment.
One showed me a CT of my skull. "See this black spot inside your skull? That's air. That's not supposed to be there, and it means there is a channel from the outside world to inside your skull. That's very bad. Do you ever fly? [I responded that yes, I fly all the time. For work, for pleasure, all the time.] Well, stop that immediately. This is very dangerous. Every time you've flown over the last several years, you've been rolling a die. It's possible that, when the cabin pressurized, this air pocket would expand and create a midline shift in your brain and you'd die immediately."
So, after a sh*tload more scans, they took me in for an 8 hour surgery. They removed all of the infected bone in my skull, a piece that ran about 2" x 6". In its place, they put a titanium mesh implant to hold my skull together. The recovery was the weirdest and most disorienting experience. When I turned my head, I could feel the plate shifting, and my skull was no longer a full circle, so it wasn't structurally sound, so it too kinda shifted.
But the bone healed over the implant, and now you'd never know that any of this happened, except for a barely noticeable scar behind my left ear.
Thank God I had that friend to tell me to bolt from that emergency room.
Extraordinarily lucky, but I am amazed that you felt no pain. I had an ear infection that went into the bone and the pain was excruciating. Intravenous antibiotics eventually cleared it, but I couldn't fly for two years.
When I was a kid, my sister was terrified of thunderstorms. One afternoon, a storm rolls through. We were doing homework at the kitchen table together, and my sister started getting scared. She got under the table, just in case. My mom tried to coax her out, to which my sister replied "What if we get struck by lightning?"
My mom, exasperated, replies, "We are *not* going to get struck by lightning."
And the moment her sentence ended, there was a loud crack and lightning struck our house.
It hit halfway up our stairs, where it reaches a landing and curves back on itself. There was a window at that spot and the entire windowsill was black, as were the bottom 6 panels of the blinds. No damage whatsoever to the tall pine tree directly outside the window.
Knocked out our phones and security system. The wiring had to be replaced completely. Power was totally fine though.
And I had a cool, yet unbelievable, story the next day about why I didn't finish my homework.
Lightening is no joke. My mom got struck by lightening as a kid when it hit the house and went through the light fixture. She attributes her survival to the fact that She was sitting cross legged on a metal chair. There was a ring burned into the floor below the chair after. She always had a gray streak in her hair after that. My sister got struck by an open window. She was deaf for a few days which was scary, but fortunately was fine after that. She was also cross legged on a chair.
I had just got a new-to-me truck. I took it to my Dad's house and we were looking it over. I realized I'd never checked to see where the spare tire jack and tire iron were, so we started looking for all the parts. My Dad was looking under the passenger seat (where the tire iron ended up being) and said "Drop something? "
He gave me my driver's license. I opened my wallet to put it away, and my license was still in it.
What he had was the driver's license that had been stolen while I was on a road trip in Arizona - under the seat of a truck I bought a year later.
In college, I was chilling with some friends, doing homework and hanging out, when I got an email from my grandma. She had been really into genealogy lately, and had found some distant branches of the family tree. She was letting me know she'd discovered that I had a 3rd cousin who attended the same college as me. Well, not only did I know the guy, he was actually sitting right beside me as I read the email. I jumped up and shouted "Dude you're my cousin!" And that's how the guy one chair over got upgraded from friend to family in two seconds flat.
Edit: Somebody who was there that day just sent me an award, with proof. Looks like the anonymity of my Reddit account has been compromised. Time to burn it all down I guess.
When I was about 12, there was a pizza place near my house with a Ms. Pacman arcade game in it. I had spent maybe two years trying to get on the Top 10 score list. Finally went in one night and was just possessed, played a nearly flawless game, and ended up being *the* high score on that unit! Put my name on the top of the list for everyone to see, and felt like a queen!
Not even maybe a minute later, three men, all asian and wearing what I think of as the stereotypical "Japanese office worker" outfit of dark slacks, belt, button down white long sleeve shirts, walk in, go directly to the game, don't order food or talk to anyone else. One of them starts playing the game. And within a few minutes, he obliterates my high score and puts his name at the top. They left without interacting with anyone in the place. Just walked in and knocked me off the top and left.
If anyone can explain what happened to me that day, I'd appreciate it!
I was on a plane with a wanted terrorist. I was seated 5 rows ahead of Faisal Shahzad, the Time Square Bomber on a flight to Dubai. The doors were closed and we never left the gate, and the captain kept making announcements/excuses as to why we were delayed. After nearly 3 hours of sitting there, the federal agents rushed the plane and marched that little s**t off the plane.
Edit(s): this happened 12 years ago and my memory has failed me, so...
1) The plane did taxi away from the gate and returned, apparently. Many of you have made that clear.
2) I am not certain why it took 3 hours, but I suspect it was to evacuate the terminal.
3) Some of you object to the word "rushed". Really? The law enforcement officers did not amble or saunter onto the plane; they were in a hurry, IMO.
4) After the suspect was removed, all passengers deplaned. When I made it to the terminal there were hundreds of law enforcement officers: NYPD, FBI, ICE, Transit Police, etc. The flight crew and reps from Emirates Air were fantastic! Accommodations were made for everyone who did not want to get back on the plane. All our luggage was removed and scanned / searched, and we had to claim our bags under the supervision of many, many eyes. I got back on the plane, got airborne, made my connection in Dubai but my luggage did not. Emirates Air had it delivered to my hotel the next day.
im glad that you ended up getting out of that situation safely, and that everyone was keeping everyone else safe
Missed an archery target and hit a copperhead snake that was hiding in a bush.
Have a 2 dollar bill that has me and my wife's signature on it saying "just the 2 of us". We did it when we first got together and after a while had it framed. Some years later it was stolen by some jackass who decided to break into my house. I ended up going to some random gas station weeks later and got I back as change. Literally just stood there and stared at it in disbelief and told the cashier about it. Just insane coincidence and luck. Still have that sucker and it's been another 5 years.
Edit: I'd like to thank everyone for their support and feed back on my story! I actually just posted a picture of the bill on my profile if anyone is interested to see it https://www.reddit.com/user/Straight_Spring9815/comments/x1ohr2/this_is_the_lucky_2_dollar_bill_beat_up_as_all/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share
When I was a kid I slept walk really badly and would also sometimes quasi-sleepwalk where I was aware and would remember it later, but would be out of my f****n mind confused and semi-dreaming while it happened.
I "woke" up in the middle of the night one night at 7 or 8 years old and there was apparently a power outage because it was pitch black in my room, no nightlight, and no light coming in my window from the streetlights.
I wanted to leave my room and go wake up my parents because I was freaked out about the dark but got disoriented and confused my closet door with my bedroom door and started panicking because I thought someone stacked a bunch of s**t outside my bedroom door to trap me. Started throwing s**t out of my closet and got to the back wall. Now, my childhood home had a dormer-style upstairs added before we lived there such that my bedroom was on the same level as the attic over the original house area. There was an access panel to the attic in my closet and I somehow managed to get that open and "escaped" my room into the attic.
Around that time I fully woke up the rest of the way to full lucid consciousness and freaked the F**K out not knowing where I was and surrounded by dusty-a*s boxes and spiderwebs and started screaming my f*****g brains out, turns out the part of the attic I was in was directly over my parents' bedroom and I scared the s**t out of THEM because my screaming was coming from their ceiling, they start freaking out and I was in there screaming for a solid 5 minutes before my parents were able to figure out what happened and rescue me.
I am 36 years old now and STILL have the occasional nightmare about waking up in that attic.
Was going from Rio de Janeiro to Paris with my aunt and cousins. The day before we were supposed to fly, we changed our flight to the following day so someone could pick us up at the airport when we arrived. Our original flight was the Air France 447, that fell in 2009 and everyone died.
AFR447 crashed in the Atlantic Ocean due to stalling (not enough speed to maintain lift) over high altitudes. What was initially a pitot tube issue spiraled out of control as poor crew communications caused the pilots to basically counteract each other's attempts to resolve the aircraft's stall/nosediving. It was also nighttime, which over the ocean means less visual references.
When I was a kid I caught MewTwo at full health with a Great Ball in Pokémon FireRed. I thought, “hey why not just toss one out on the first turn cause why not” and as the ball kept rocking back and forth I was like lmao there’s no way. But then it caught him and I just sat there with my mouth open for a couple minutes. I didn’t know what to do since it would’ve been impossible to explain to my mom the significance of what just happened. I don’t know the math but it has to be under 1% chance.
If you don't understand what that means, imagine flipping a coin and it lands on its side, or throwing a full court basketball just for fun and it goes in
My date and I got stuck at the top of a Ferris Wheel for nearly 3 hours when the ride's mechanism failed.
It was a very tall wheel - and she was afraid of heights. So, those hours in the Ferris Wheel car together seemed like eternity.
My ancestor Hannah’s family got separated when their dad died and mom went crazy. Her brother John, who had lost his index finger in an accident as a child (important later), spent years trying to find his siblings to no avail. This was in the U.K. in the 1800s and all he knew was that they might have moved to the US. Years later he married and immigrated to the States. They moved to Utah and lived there for 25 years. One summer day, John’s wife and Hannah (his long-lost sister) both went to pick berries. They had been living 8 miles apart for 25 years and never knew until that day! They way they identified each other was based on their shared surname/maiden name, and the fact that John was missing an index finger.
I am from Olympia, Washington (US). The California punk band, Rancid, wrote a song called "Olympia, Wa". It was kind of an anthem for kids like me back in the late 90's. When I was in my 30's I was sitting in an airport and I decided to listen to the Rancid album while I was waiting for my flight. I made the song selection. I look up from my ipod and the founding member of Rancid sat down in front of me.... I gave him one of those 'sup nods, he nodded back. That was it. I tell that story to all my former punk friends.
A couple years ago, this keyboard I'm typing on fell and one of the ALT keys popped off, never to be seen again. 2 days ago, I completely disassembled it for cleaning, soaking all the keys in dish soap and water. After sorting and drying the keys out, my missing ALT key had reappeared.
Went to a party (±6000 people) with a group of friends from my hometown. Another few friends I met on holiday from a town 1.5h drive away (this is far in the Netherlands) were there too. I left my initial friend group behind to walk around the party and see if I could find my holiday friends, and somewhere halfway through the night I finally found them, sitting with my initial friends, holiday girlfriend kissing my hometown male friend! They had never met before... Weirdest coincidence ever
I do a lot of driving for work. There have been a few times where I came upon car accidents. One day I left home a few minutes later than planned because I was texting my mom. I passed a car accident near my home on my usual route that had happened during those few minutes. I often wonder about those near misses.
I've had a ton of yard sales in my life, and one time, I actually had someone offer to buy everything. 0.0 She had been racking up quite a pile and was up to, like, 30 or 40 dollars and then just asked 'How much for all of it?' $100 later, I closed early.
Way back before mobile phones etc., I left home and one of my first purchases was a small battery-powered alarm clock. The kind which beeps incessantly until you switch off the alarm. One day I had an Important Interview at the other end of an early morning flight. I set the alarm, and woke up around the time said flight was due to depart. Now, I am not one of nature's oversleepers, and usually wake up before any alarm goes off, and would certainly have been awoken when it did go off. Except that one day, when I am sure I a) set the alarm and b) it never went off, and c) I unusually overslept, all of which turned out to be quite decisive for the rest of my live (mostly in a good way, I think). Also that alarm clock - worked every damn time for the better part of a decade after that.
I was in Houston at an Astros game (visiting from Phoenix) sitting about 20 rows behind home plate and chatting with some of the locals during the game this past April. In May, I was in Boston for more baseball and when I took a tour of Fenway park, one of the couples from the game in Houston that I was talking with were on the same tour.
In 1985, the legendary punk band Black Flag played Albany, NY. I went to a record store a few hours before their show. The singer, Henry Rollins, was there, and he signed my copy of their record DAMAGED. Later, after the show, Henry, the guitarist Greg Ginn, and the bassist Kira Roessler all signed my white painter's jeans. Two months later I'm starting my first semester at the University of Alaska-Fairbanks. In my very first English class, there's a xerox on each desk as we all sit down. It's an essay about 7-11. Written by Henry Rollins. Pretty sure there was only one other person on campus who had ever met Henry.
This a happened when I was in high school. On the 2nd day of school, first year at high school, literally we had to evacuate in 7th period (my school has 8 different class periods) due to a bomb threat. This was while the heat of summer was still existing and I was wearing pants. 3 DIFFERENT local news channels were covering it. A few kids got heat stroke and one my art teacher had to help in her classroom because she passed out/fainted from it. EMS was called after school, the police, the police CONSTABLE, and the fire department was there (I don’t actually know if this was the case, we had a fire station across the street from my school) my dad came and picked me up. My grandparents & other family members were calling my mom to check if I was ok after what happened. I was shaken up A LOT. This, according to my therapist, is trauma that I will have with me. Also, the douche who called in the threat was caught by the FBI. Had to pay 300$ to 3 people who called in tips anonymously.
My ancestor Hannah’s family got separated when their dad died and mom went crazy. Her brother John, who had lost his index finger in an accident as a child (important later), spent years trying to find his siblings to no avail. This was in the U.K. in the 1800s and all he knew was that they might have moved to the US. Years later he married and immigrated to the States. They moved to Utah and lived there for 25 years. One summer day, John’s wife and Hannah (his long-lost sister) both went to pick berries. They had been living 8 miles apart for 25 years and never knew until that day! They way they identified each other was based on their shared surname/maiden name, and the fact that John was missing an index finger.
I am from Olympia, Washington (US). The California punk band, Rancid, wrote a song called "Olympia, Wa". It was kind of an anthem for kids like me back in the late 90's. When I was in my 30's I was sitting in an airport and I decided to listen to the Rancid album while I was waiting for my flight. I made the song selection. I look up from my ipod and the founding member of Rancid sat down in front of me.... I gave him one of those 'sup nods, he nodded back. That was it. I tell that story to all my former punk friends.
A couple years ago, this keyboard I'm typing on fell and one of the ALT keys popped off, never to be seen again. 2 days ago, I completely disassembled it for cleaning, soaking all the keys in dish soap and water. After sorting and drying the keys out, my missing ALT key had reappeared.
Went to a party (±6000 people) with a group of friends from my hometown. Another few friends I met on holiday from a town 1.5h drive away (this is far in the Netherlands) were there too. I left my initial friend group behind to walk around the party and see if I could find my holiday friends, and somewhere halfway through the night I finally found them, sitting with my initial friends, holiday girlfriend kissing my hometown male friend! They had never met before... Weirdest coincidence ever
I do a lot of driving for work. There have been a few times where I came upon car accidents. One day I left home a few minutes later than planned because I was texting my mom. I passed a car accident near my home on my usual route that had happened during those few minutes. I often wonder about those near misses.
I've had a ton of yard sales in my life, and one time, I actually had someone offer to buy everything. 0.0 She had been racking up quite a pile and was up to, like, 30 or 40 dollars and then just asked 'How much for all of it?' $100 later, I closed early.
Way back before mobile phones etc., I left home and one of my first purchases was a small battery-powered alarm clock. The kind which beeps incessantly until you switch off the alarm. One day I had an Important Interview at the other end of an early morning flight. I set the alarm, and woke up around the time said flight was due to depart. Now, I am not one of nature's oversleepers, and usually wake up before any alarm goes off, and would certainly have been awoken when it did go off. Except that one day, when I am sure I a) set the alarm and b) it never went off, and c) I unusually overslept, all of which turned out to be quite decisive for the rest of my live (mostly in a good way, I think). Also that alarm clock - worked every damn time for the better part of a decade after that.
I was in Houston at an Astros game (visiting from Phoenix) sitting about 20 rows behind home plate and chatting with some of the locals during the game this past April. In May, I was in Boston for more baseball and when I took a tour of Fenway park, one of the couples from the game in Houston that I was talking with were on the same tour.
In 1985, the legendary punk band Black Flag played Albany, NY. I went to a record store a few hours before their show. The singer, Henry Rollins, was there, and he signed my copy of their record DAMAGED. Later, after the show, Henry, the guitarist Greg Ginn, and the bassist Kira Roessler all signed my white painter's jeans. Two months later I'm starting my first semester at the University of Alaska-Fairbanks. In my very first English class, there's a xerox on each desk as we all sit down. It's an essay about 7-11. Written by Henry Rollins. Pretty sure there was only one other person on campus who had ever met Henry.
This a happened when I was in high school. On the 2nd day of school, first year at high school, literally we had to evacuate in 7th period (my school has 8 different class periods) due to a bomb threat. This was while the heat of summer was still existing and I was wearing pants. 3 DIFFERENT local news channels were covering it. A few kids got heat stroke and one my art teacher had to help in her classroom because she passed out/fainted from it. EMS was called after school, the police, the police CONSTABLE, and the fire department was there (I don’t actually know if this was the case, we had a fire station across the street from my school) my dad came and picked me up. My grandparents & other family members were calling my mom to check if I was ok after what happened. I was shaken up A LOT. This, according to my therapist, is trauma that I will have with me. Also, the douche who called in the threat was caught by the FBI. Had to pay 300$ to 3 people who called in tips anonymously.