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Yesterday i looked on the website of a naval base i was at in the 70's. The site gave only the names of the ship's company not the apprentices. Seeing this i thought i don't know anyone in that list so i left the site.
Last night i went out with my friend, in the pub i met a chap, the last i had seen him was in the adjacent naval base 31 years ago. He then proceeded to tell me after i lost contact with him he had gone to my naval base years later to work in ship's company, if i had looked hard enough i would have found him on the list. Bumping into him was weird enough, but the rest seemed real spooky!!
Has this happened to anyone else?
Last night i went out with my friend, in the pub i met a chap, the last i had seen him was in the adjacent naval base 31 years ago. He then proceeded to tell me after i lost contact with him he had gone to my naval base years later to work in ship's company, if i had looked hard enough i would have found him on the list. Bumping into him was weird enough, but the rest seemed real spooky!!
Has this happened to anyone else?
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This isn't in the same league, but we had to go south last week for a funeral so I said to hubby it would be an opportunity to stay an extra night and escape the work at home.
Driving on the M1 the overheads warned of debris in the road. We all slowed (a bit) and kept a look out. And there it was, right in the midde of my lane, a complete, undamaged, rabbit hutch with the door swingin open.
I know its daft, but it made me laugh.
Driving on the M1 the overheads warned of debris in the road. We all slowed (a bit) and kept a look out. And there it was, right in the midde of my lane, a complete, undamaged, rabbit hutch with the door swingin open.
I know its daft, but it made me laugh.
Throughout my life I�ve had the strangest incidents where I�ve encountered people in places after I had spoken of them within the past few days. From the earliest point in my life, I remember talking to my father about a lad I met in Paris. I remember mentioning him to my father 4 months later when we were at a hotel in New York. I had told my father that I hoped I would meet someone my own age that I could hang out with during the day whilst my father was out doing business. That evening, as we walked through the lobby of the hotel, the boy and his parents came around the corner. He and I both stared at one another in amazement. The family lived in Brazil and had stopped over in New York before continuing on to Sao Palo. Small world indeed.
But the most unusual thing that has ever happened was following the events of September 11th. I�m going to try to shorten this story as much as I can, otherwise, I know I�ll get grief from several people. I was on an American Airlines flight on that fateful day, heading to New York. The events on board the flight and the subsequent events changed my family�s life forever. Our aircraft ended up in Toronto. Thankfully we made it. We were so out of fuel that the Captain had declared the precursor to an emergency due to fuel shortage as a result of being diverted so many times at airports that had to close.
But the most unusual thing that has ever happened was following the events of September 11th. I�m going to try to shorten this story as much as I can, otherwise, I know I�ll get grief from several people. I was on an American Airlines flight on that fateful day, heading to New York. The events on board the flight and the subsequent events changed my family�s life forever. Our aircraft ended up in Toronto. Thankfully we made it. We were so out of fuel that the Captain had declared the precursor to an emergency due to fuel shortage as a result of being diverted so many times at airports that had to close.
Part 2
Being just like everyone else and not knowing what the circumstances were, or were to become, my instinct told me to leave the airport immediately. You could not move inside the terminals and I was extremely uncomfortable at the thought that there were so many people gathered in one place. I went to the kerb to get a taxi. There were plenty. There really wasn�t anyone out there. Everyone wanted answers inside the terminal. A man who more or less came out the door the same time I did asked me if I had any thoughts as to what to do. I mentioned that I felt it was best to get away from the airport and I was going to get a room in the city. He asked me if I knew any �decent� hotels in Toronto. I told him I was going to the Four Seasons and would start from there. He asked if he could share a ride with me.
I know my mind was racing at the time and I was not really focused much more on anything other than the route we were taking and getting to the hotel. Whatever chatting I did with my fellow passenger was extremely limited and not much more than predicting when flights back across the Atlantic might begin again.
We got to the hotel. I asked if they had any rooms. I remember that whilst I was registering I heard the man asking reception if there were any other hotels nearby. I gather the room rate may have been too dear for him. I just don�t know. I never saw him again.
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Being just like everyone else and not knowing what the circumstances were, or were to become, my instinct told me to leave the airport immediately. You could not move inside the terminals and I was extremely uncomfortable at the thought that there were so many people gathered in one place. I went to the kerb to get a taxi. There were plenty. There really wasn�t anyone out there. Everyone wanted answers inside the terminal. A man who more or less came out the door the same time I did asked me if I had any thoughts as to what to do. I mentioned that I felt it was best to get away from the airport and I was going to get a room in the city. He asked me if I knew any �decent� hotels in Toronto. I told him I was going to the Four Seasons and would start from there. He asked if he could share a ride with me.
I know my mind was racing at the time and I was not really focused much more on anything other than the route we were taking and getting to the hotel. Whatever chatting I did with my fellow passenger was extremely limited and not much more than predicting when flights back across the Atlantic might begin again.
We got to the hotel. I asked if they had any rooms. I remember that whilst I was registering I heard the man asking reception if there were any other hotels nearby. I gather the room rate may have been too dear for him. I just don�t know. I never saw him again.
Continued:
Part 3
Until December 1st. I was at Charing Cross Station, heading back down the coast to Battle. I was sitting by myself in one of the old slam-door carriages, in a first class compartment. A few minutes before the train departed someone opened the door and stepped in. I was facing south in the window seat. The man who stepped in sat down on the aisle seat, facing north. We had no conversation.
No one else entered the compartment. By the time we got to London Bridge I had the sense that the man was staring at me. I looked up from my paper and the man said with a mixture of apprehension and incredulity �Do you remember me?�
I so often feel uncomfortable with questions such as these. I speak to large groups quite often and there seems to be this phenomena of people thinking because they have seen you whilst they were in a group, surely you must have seen them. I immediately apologised, saying �I�m really sorry. I think my brain is failing me today. Could you remind me where we met?�
He told me that he was the man who had shared a taxi with me from Toronto Airport to a hotel. And he pulled out of his wallet to show me a folded piece of paper. On it he had written something I had said during our ride. He said it was important to him to keep it.
To me, what makes the scenario even more unusual is that he was not on the same flight I was on. He had arrived on an Air Canada flight, directly from Heathrow. He was to transit in Toronto, then continue on to somewhere in the Northwest part of the States.
He left the train a few minutes later at Seven Oaks. I�ve never seen him since.
Fr Bill
Until December 1st. I was at Charing Cross Station, heading back down the coast to Battle. I was sitting by myself in one of the old slam-door carriages, in a first class compartment. A few minutes before the train departed someone opened the door and stepped in. I was facing south in the window seat. The man who stepped in sat down on the aisle seat, facing north. We had no conversation.
No one else entered the compartment. By the time we got to London Bridge I had the sense that the man was staring at me. I looked up from my paper and the man said with a mixture of apprehension and incredulity �Do you remember me?�
I so often feel uncomfortable with questions such as these. I speak to large groups quite often and there seems to be this phenomena of people thinking because they have seen you whilst they were in a group, surely you must have seen them. I immediately apologised, saying �I�m really sorry. I think my brain is failing me today. Could you remind me where we met?�
He told me that he was the man who had shared a taxi with me from Toronto Airport to a hotel. And he pulled out of his wallet to show me a folded piece of paper. On it he had written something I had said during our ride. He said it was important to him to keep it.
To me, what makes the scenario even more unusual is that he was not on the same flight I was on. He had arrived on an Air Canada flight, directly from Heathrow. He was to transit in Toronto, then continue on to somewhere in the Northwest part of the States.
He left the train a few minutes later at Seven Oaks. I�ve never seen him since.
Fr Bill
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