Mine isn't so great, but I figured I should dump it anyways, as I enjoyed reading the other stories in this thread. Here's my obligatory contribution.

My father grew up on the Isle of Man, a small island in the UK right between Ireland and England. When he was very young he knew a family (two brothers and a sister) from Ireland who would vacation on the Isle of Man for a few months every summer. He saw them around his village every summer without fail for years and played with them all the time. Unfortunately, one October when they were back home in Ireland, she was walking to school and got caught in the middle of an IRA shootout and was killed instantly (gunshot wound to the head.) She was only twelve.

Fast forward a few decades later, my father moves to Canada in 1976. He finds work, and soon finds a band to play in to have fun and make some extra money on the side. One day in 1982 he's playing in a pub and the band goes on break, he's just on his way down to the bar to have a cigarette and a drink when he sees some guy on the other side of the room pointing at him and shouting "Hey you! I know you from somewhere!" then starts to walk towards him which is when my father realized that it was one of the brothers from that family that he hadn't seen since he was a kid. Turns out he was a comedian on tour all over North America, and just by chance, happened to be in that pub in this city on the same night my father was playing there.

Small world, huh?

Originally posted by Xaphan
Mine isn't so great, but I figured I should dump it anyways, as I enjoyed reading the other stories in this thread. Here's my obligatory contribution.

My father grew up on the Isle of Man, a small island in the UK right between Ireland and England. When he was very young he knew a family (two brothers and a sister) from Ireland who would vacation on the Isle of Man for a few months every summer. He saw them around his village every summer without fail for years and played with them all the time. Unfortunately, one October when they were back home in Ireland, she was walking to school and got caught in the middle of an IRA shootout and was killed instantly (gunshot wound to the head.) She was only twelve.

Fast forward a few decades later, my father moves to Canada in 1976. He finds work, and soon finds a band to play in to have fun and make some extra money on the side. One day in 1982 he's playing in a pub and the band goes on break, he's just on his way down to the bar to have a cigarette and a drink when he sees some guy on the other side of the room pointing at him and shouting "Hey you! I know you from somewhere!" then starts to walk towards him which is when my father realized that it was one of the brothers from that family that he hadn't seen since he was a kid. Turns out he was a comedian on tour all over North America, and just by chance, happened to be in that pub in this city on the same night my father was playing there.

Small world, huh?

Wow, what a great story of coincidence, weird how things happen over time.......that made a few hairs on the back of my neck stand up......cheers for sharing....

If you've heard the song "Tears in Heaven" by Clapton you may know the background story. His son had fallen off of a balcony from their apartment while Clapton was on tour I believe. He wrote the song for his son.

The crazy part is, the very day his son had died, he had written a letter and drawn a picture for Clapton and sent it to him.
The letter from his son arrived in the mail on the exact day of his son's funeral.

Originally posted by Chickensalad
If you've heard the song "Tears in Heaven" by Clapton you may know the background story. His son had fallen off of a balcony from their apartment while Clapton was on tour I believe. He wrote the song for his son.

The crazy part is, the very day his son had died, he had written a letter and drawn a picture for Clapton and sent it to him.
The letter from his son arrived in the mail on the exact day of his son's funeral.

Wow, I remember his son dying the way that he did, but to receive a letter and a picture in the post on the day of the funeral, that's unreal.................another load of shivers down the spine............cheers

One Christmas eve after we put the kids presents out the wife and I went to bed. It was incredibly windy out, winds about 90 kilometers per hour (55 MPH). Anyways I finally fell asleep, and during my sleep I had a strange dream. I dreamt I was watching myself walk into our bedroom and walk up to my wifes side of the bed. I knelt down and whispered into my wifes ear "I have to go". Just then I was startled awake by my terrified wife who had had a nightmare of her own. When she finally calmed down she told me her dream. She dreamt that her father had come into our room, walked to her side of the bed, knelt down beside her and whispered into her ear "I have to go".

That was years ago, and both her father and I are still fine by the way.

Originally posted by bronco73
One Christmas eve after we put the kids presents out the wife and I went to bed. It was incredibly windy out, winds about 90 kilometers per hour (55 MPH). Anyways I finally fell asleep, and during my sleep I had a strange dream. I dreamt I was watching myself walk into our bedroom and walk up to my wifes side of the bed. I knelt down and whispered into my wifes ear "I have to go". Just then I was startled awake by my terrified wife who had had a nightmare of her own. When she finally calmed down she told me her dream. She dreamt that her father had come into our room, walked to her side of the bed, knelt down beside her and whispered into her ear "I have to go".

That was years ago, and both her father and I are still fine by the way.

Wow, these stories are awesome, that one bronco73, was a weird one. I pre-empted the ending. but it wasn't what I thought it was going to be, it was a happier one..........cheers