Have you ever had a “knocked your socks off” coincidence?

My DD has a “non-definitive” diagnosis. She struggled in school her whole life and school personnel struggled to teach her because they tried to put her in a category she didn’t belong. When she was 16 years old, 5 of her professionals suggested a school back East. I along with my family were somewhat against it. During the next 2 years, we tried everything and I finally brought Due Process against the school district. My mother and my daughter had an extremely close relationship. My mother championed my daughter and had always believed in her. She helped me and gave me advice all the time. Her advice was always spot on where my DD was concerned. My mother had past away when my DD was 14 years old. I was always wishing my mother was still around to help me and to give me advice. My DD was feeling the same. She would frequently say, “Oh I wish Grams were here. She would make me feel better.” I finally decided that the professionals knew what was right and I set out visiting 3 schools for my DD. The last one was Riverview School on Cape Cod in MA. I had flown in at rush hour. I had been to Boston many times but had never been to the Cape. I was by myself driving in rush hour traffic down towards Cape Cod. The other schools really were great but I didn’t have a good feeling about them. I was wishing I would know and halfway pleading that I would know what to do. There was a bend in the highway and as I rounded the bend there was a big highway sign that read “Marion” on it. My mother’s name is Marion. I had no idea there was a Marion MA. I drove to the school so I would know were it was for my appointment the next morning. I sat in my car and cried. It felt right. When I checked into the hotel, the clerk mentioned that they “love our Riverview families.” Every place I went I heard about how “wonderful” Riverview is. My DD eventually attended Riverview and it was a total miracle for her. I have driven down to the Cape many many times and that freeway sign with “Marion” on it has never stood out to me like it did that evening. In fact, I don’t think I can even tell you which one it was.

Our church was forced to close during the pandemic, leaving us without a pastor. DH was nearing the end of his life with his cancer progressing, so we really missed having a church family.

While he was in ICU the last time, one of our favorite former pastors accepted a call 1 block from the hospital. He was able to visit DH in the ICU, I was able to attend services at the new church, and he got us through DH's brief hospice and passing. He performed DH's services. I truly, truly do not know how I would have made it through that without him.

I do feel it was divine intervention to place this wonderful human right where I needed him.

I was getting married and DH and I were traveling through KS to get to MO where we were getting married.

My grandma at the time was in a nursing home and her house was going to be sold. So some of the family were at her house. I told DH we needed to stop and say hi to the relatives and maybe get a few things from grandma that were being split up between the family members. We stopped to see grandma first and I hadn't seen her in a few years. By this time she really didn't know anyone and didn't say much or if she did it didn't make sense. I guess she had been like this for awhile.

Anyways, she grabbed my hand and said something profound like "I know what is going to happen".. I (sadly) don't remember exactly what it was but it was big and everyone was stunned she even spoke. I don't know what is meant, maybe nothing. I sure wish I could remember what she said though. But my memory is very bad.

And thankfully we did stop because my hoarding cousin took everything.. even took stuff that should have gone to her kids first. I endded up with her glow in the dark Rosary that she hung on her bedroom wall and a quilt (my mom gave me).

Youngest DS's birth was traumatic. After we were home, I became violently ill and ended up in intensive care, hooked up to every machine under the sun. My team of doctors (my OB/GYN, my PCP, the infectious disease doc and my dad's cardiologist...who saw my dad at the hospital and got himself involved?) could not figure out why I was so sick. I ran a fever that would not break for several days and I was on the most potent antibiotic at that time. Medically, there was nowhere to go from there.

Long story long, I got to feeling well enough to go home but not totally well. So, there I am at home, with my incredibly supportive DH and three kids under 2 (twins the first time around!), wondering how I'd have the energy to raise these babies in this constant state of physical pain and exhaustion. I distinctly remember sitting on our couch and feeling...a shift? I always say it was like a switch was flipped. I suddenly felt well! I took my temp and it was pretty close to normal for the first time in two weeks. I got up and loaded the dishwasher...and from there on out I was fine. When I saw the infections disease doc later that week he was like, "I'm not sure what happened there, but we'll take it!" Never needed to see him again.

So many people were pulling for me, sending positive vibes, praying. I sincerely believe that collective energy made a difference. This experience taught me to accept whatever energy people have to send. I don't care if it is meditative thoughts, vibes, prayers, it all works.

I will share an experience, not coincidence, but I feel it fits in this thread. When my mom passed we were at the graveside, saying prayers and such. I had this overwhelming feeling of Mom being happy, so much that I actually smiled and kind of laughed. DH was right next to me and gave me a strange look, most people do not smile and laugh while burying a parent they love. When we were alone I explained what I felt. I knew no matter how sad I was, Mom was not so how could I really be sad. I miss her greatly, but that feeling returns when I think about her.

I also had my cousin come to me in a dream saying he was good after he passed. I do not normally have dreams like this so it stands out. In the dream he was dead and letting me know he was good. He died at 20 years old from colon cancer.

Just a weird little story: my daughter was directing a children's theater production of "A Year with Frog and Toad." She needed a big sheet of blue fabric to simulate water on stage. We had about 15 minutes to run to a Wal Mart, see if they had this fabric and get back to the theater.

We run into the fabric department and see this perfect bolt of fabric - watery blue - just gorgeous. We grab it and say to the woman behind the desk where they cut fabric: "we'll just take this whole thing" (there wasn't that much on the bolt.)

And the woman says: "how weird! This came in on the truck this afternoon, like an hour ago. We didn't order it, we have no idea why it came. There's not all that much fabric on it so we just stuck it out there thinking maybe someone would use it."

My luck would be that in my final moment of clarity I'd reveal a life-altering, profound vision and my granddaughter would forget what it even was.

This is my daughter’s…

About 2 years ago she was at the local tip (rubbish drop off), it’s a more old fashioned one where you put your rubbish on the mounds rather than in big skip bins. She saw a year book from her old school sitting on the ground and flipped it over with her shoe. The page that showed was a home room class of about 20 kids which included her and her partner pictured side by side! That was freaky enough but when she became pregnant and went back to conception date, this was the day!