Thursday, 19 January 2012

Coincidence

This morning I remembered the oddest thing, a coincidence that really made me sit up and question how strangely things can turn out when you arn't "looking", so to speak.

In 1986, when I lived in York I briefly dated a general nurse called Fiona. Our relationship was basically platonic in nature, but it was all very intense and "serious" given the fact that at the time both of us were....well......very intense and serious people, she more than I , as I recall
Finlay
Of course both of us went our own ways in life, so you can probably imagine the surprise I felt  when I was driving through Crooksmoor , a scruffy suburb of Sheffield some 18 years later when I saw her pushing a pram down a tree lined avenue.

I stopped the car and got out with my dog on his lead, and we walked over to say hello.
It was lovely to see her again. Apparently she had worked as an alternative therapist all over the world, met her husband in Italy and had helped open a restaurant with him not two miles from where we lived in Hillsborough.
A small world eh?
On the spur of the moment we went for a coffee at a student cafe nearby and as we shared gossip, she showed me her son who was fast asleep in his pram.
"what's his name" I asked
"Finlay.." she said " but we all call him Fin"
I had to laugh a little......and I picked up the Welsh Terrier who was sat at my feet
"Meet my son", I told her
"What's his name? " Fiona asked
"Finlay" I said with a smile

41 comments:

  1. As they say, the million to one shot happens nine times out of ten!

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  2. Ah yes John, coincidence is a very funny thing. And I often wonder how many people we have known in our past pass us in the street without either of us knowing. When you have moved around a lot like I have this maybe does not happen so often. But almost every holiday abroad we have taken has resulted in somebody on the holiday knowing somebody I know.

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  3. Yet another smile is brought to me lips - coincidence is such a curious thing. Love to both Fins.

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  4. Astral communication. She could have called him 'John'!

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  5. And guess what my youngest grandson is called.....SPOOKY.

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  6. I also forgot to add that when we knew each other in the eighties the name "finlay" had no meaning to either of us

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  7. Great minds think alike.

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  8. Don't ya just love when stuff like that happens! :O)

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  9. A wonderful anecdote!
    Much better than if the pair had been called Jack....
    I love Welsh terriers...maybe when my mutt phase is over.....

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  10. I love when this stuff happens. I guess the people we meet in life are more connected to us than we realize at times.

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  11. Thanks for the smile. Isn`t coincidence a quirky thing?

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  12. Sounds like you were 'soul mates', John, at the time.

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  13. So many coincidences. :-)

    Have a great day, John!

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  14. What a coincidence times two. Seeing each other and the name.

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  15. Imagine recognizing her 18 years later....that is amazing in itself. Not so much coincidence as connection hmmm?

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  16. You are now entering - the twighlight zone...

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  17. Awwww...now that's just a lovely story John and I agree with Cro - slightly spooky too.

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  18. Awwww...now that's just a lovely story John and I agree with Cro - slightly spooky too.

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  19. Coincidences like that are always slightly spooky; but sometimes the world is just much smaller than we think. [In 1986 we were research grads at the King's Manor in York ]

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  20. I am terrible at remembering people from my past. I recently ran into an old girl friend and totally did not recognize her at all. So to me, the fact that you saw her and stopped is amazing. The rest is mind blowing.

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  21. That's effing crazy, John! O_O

    Seriously, how did your brain not explode? I love when shit like that happens.

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  22. That is amazing, and even more so in that Finlay is an unusual name.

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  23. Little stories are such little treasures.

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  24. I have friends in Liverpool who are called Peter and Kerry with a daughter called Maya. I also have clients in Hertfordshire called Peter and Kerry with a dog called Maya.
    I must admit I found that extremely amusing.

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  25. What a fabulous story! Fact really can be stranger than fiction.

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  26. Hmmm. I've never lived in York or Hillsborough. I've never known anyone (man or dog) called Finlay. I've never dated anyone called Fiona. No coincidences there then. How disappointing.

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  27. Hmmm. I've never lived in York or Hillsborough. I've never known anyone (man or dog) called Finlay. I've never dated anyone called Fiona. No coincidences there then. How disappointing.

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  28. Wow. This story just gave me a little shiver... and a smile. Magical.

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  29. I think we are connected in more ways than one :)
    ~Jo

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  30. I live 140 miles from where I grew up but someone I grew up with lives only three miles away. I bumped into him one day while I was Christmas shopping.

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  31. I'm getting "good vibrations" from the whole thing!

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  32. Coincidence?? I think not!! :-)

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  33. Cool! And what a way to reconnect!

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  34. No such thing as coincidence John...

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  35. Great story, Johnthedogs.

    megan

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  36. Brought a tear to my eye...

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