"My parents were newlyweds in New Jersey and then moved to Illinois after I was born. They lived there my entire childhood and then divorced the year I graduated. My dad moved to Las Vegas, my mom to Texas. When I turned 30, I took a job in South Florida — the first and only member of my family to ever travel there. While at a local Goodwill in search of home furnishings, I found an old book of poetry on a kitchenwares shelf, and I liked the look of the cover, so I bought it for a quarter and took it home with the rest of my stuff. Later that night, I opened the front cover and was shocked to see an inscription in my dad’s unmistakable handwriting. It was his gift to my mom on their third wedding anniversary. My mom had sold it at a yard sale 10 or so years earlier. Both of them have since confirmed this."
—Valerie
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It always blows my mind whenever I see a coincidence like that. The odds must be incalculable.
I've had a couple of similar ones, but the most recent involved my wife's brother-in-law, Larry. His father passed away, and at the funeral, Larry mentioned that his dad had been captured by the Germans during the Battle of the Bulge. When I got home, I did a Google search to see if I could find any information about his dad. At that very moment, on eBay, someone was selling an old black-and-white photograph that showed his dad lying in the snow with his rifle, not long before the German offensive. His dad's name was hand-written in ink at the bottom. I bought it and gave it to him.
Nice.
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