“I do believe fate brought us together.”

Tom and I were married three years ago.

We had met on a computer dating service, and we feel truly lucky that our paths crossed.  What we didn’t realize when we first met were how many incredible coincidences occurred before meeting one another.

Now mind you, Tom is from a small town in Indiana and I’m from Nebraska.

First of all, his sister and my best friend had roomed together in the dorm at Duke.  Tom’s uncle Manny knew my uncle Bruce while working at a GM plant in Detroit.  And although we had never met previously, nor even heard of one another, both Tom and I had worked for the same retail chain but in a different part of town.

On the night Tom and I met at a coffee shop, we also realized we:

1. Frequented the same coffee shop and had seen each other on numerous occasions but never spoke.
2. We were currently reading the same book.
3. We had the same major and the same minor as undergraduates.
4. We wrote down on a sheet of paper our favorite movie, then showed it to each other.  It was the same.
5. Our mothers have the same first name.
6. We each have one sister, one brother.
7. We visited Paris the same week in 2005.

Anyway, although it’s nothing astounding, I thought you’d be interested because I do believe fate brought us together and all these coincidences meant we were right for each other.

F. Brownstein
Lincoln, NB

“Her four year old had somehow disappeared and she couldn’t find him.”

I was ten or eleven at the time, and something happened that day that I will never forget.

I was with my friend Les walking to a local park for a pick up game of basketball when a woman rushed out of a nearby apartment building.  She was frantic and running here and there, all the while yelling, “Jimmy, Jimmy, where are you?”

We stopped and looked around, hoping we’d see the person she was looking for.  We went over to her and asked what was wrong and she said her four year old had somehow disappeared and she couldn’t find him.

At first we walked up and down the street looking in doorways, doing everything we could to find her little boy.  But then Les said he thought he knew where Jimmy was hiding.

He went over to the woman who was beside herself with fear and Les asked her if she had a friend in the building who Jimmy knew.  When the woman nodded, Les said with an air of certainty, that’s where he is, I’m sure.

The woman looked at him and rushed inside.  A few minutes later she came out of the building holding her son in her arms.  She rushed up to Les and gave him a big kiss on the cheek and asked how he knew.

Les shrugged and said he didn’t know why but he could see in his mind where her little boy was.

Les and I are still in touch after all these years.  He is a financial advisor and says his telepathic instincts help him understand his clients better as well as helping him predict the trends of the marketplace.

G. Stillwater
Norfolk, VA

“If that isn’t telepathy or ESP or just plain eerie, I don’t know what is.”

I have to tell you what happened to me last week.  I’ve been telling all my friends, and some of them are skeptical.  But everything I am about to say is true.

I was driving in my car when an uncontrollable urge came over me.

It was as if I had been invaded by another being.  I suddenly felt the need to contact an old high school friend.  His name is Bernie and I hadn’t seen him in over fifteen years.  In fact, I hadn’t even thought about him during most of that time.

Bernie and I were merely acquaintances in a high school club we used to belong to.  We were never really close, never hung out together.  We knew each other primarily because we had mutual friends in the club.

But this day I had the strongest feeling I should contact him.  I didn’t know why, but I knew it was important to call him.  Problem was, I didn’t have the slightest idea of where he was or how to get a hold of him.

The only thing I could think of was to call an old friend who always seemed to know where everyone was.  And this was the amazing surprise that I’m about to tell you about.  Her name is Sally and when I called her, the first words out of her mouth were, “Have you heard from Bernie?”

I was speechless, truly speechless.  Sally asked if I was OK, and I told her the reason I had called.  She went on to say that Bernie wanted to organize a reunion of our old gang and he had called her the previous day asking for my phone number.

If that isn’t telepathy or ESP or just plain eerie, I don’t know what is.

Well, Bernie and I did speak on the phone and it was nice to hear his voice and learn what he had been up to all these years.  He went on to tell me that he has had these telepathic experiences before, but this was the first time someone else he was thinking about had picked up on his thoughts.

M. Postner
Bismarck, ND