Did you know that the odds of being struck by lightning are less than one in a million? And if you’re interested in trying your luck with the Powerball lottery, your chances are about one in 300 million. But just because something is unlikely to happen doesn’t mean it’s impossible.
Reddit users have recently been sharing the most statistically improbable experiences that they’ve somehow managed to have. From finding four-leaf clovers to running into the same strangers twice in different parts of the world, enjoy reading through these statistical anomalies. And be sure to upvote the stories that blow your mind!
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When I was a teen, I had to re-home my cat due to my family’s financial problems. I was gutted, and cried for a week. Two years later, when I was living on my own, I went to Petsmart and found my cat there, up for adoption. I re-adopted her, and we’ve been together ever since.
I was on vacation in Buenos Aires, Argentina and noticed a very distinctive looking couple while eating in a restaurant (think wild hair, tattoos and very unique wardrobe). Thought they looked pretty cool and didn’t think much of it again after that.
Fast forward 7 years and I’m in a Costa coffee in Edinburgh, Scotland…SAME couple is drinking coffee at the table next to me. I couldn’t leave without checking, so I introduced myself, told them my story and turns out they live in Buenos Aires and were on vacation in Scotland. 7 years and a half a world away and we bump into each other is crazy!
When I lived in Japan, a girl asked where my mate is from, he said Paris. She went "oog, do you know..." and he shot her a look of annoyance that I think the french are taught in Kindergarten. She continued " *name*, from x highschool" and he went crazy. Turns out, highschool best friend who had met a japanese girl, got interested in the culture, told his friend who agreed and years later moved there. She was literally the reason for him living and working and falling in love in Japan, his whole life
Back in the early 2000s I bought something off the equivalent of Craigslist in my country. I text messaged the seller letting him know I was travelling to his city of more than a million people for work the following Tuesday and I'd arrange to pick it up then. The seller said this was fine.
On Tuesday morning I texted the seller asking what the pickup address was so I could schedule a pick up time. They didn't get back to me all day so after I had finished my business I started driving back home to my city. I was driving on the highway and had a phone call come through. I looked at the number and didn't recognise it so I dismissed the call. After a few minutes I realised it might be the seller so I pulled off at the next exit and drove down a couple of streets to find somewhere quiet to park and call them back.
I found a good spot, pulled over and gave the number a call back. Sure enough it was the seller and they had the item with them at work ready for me to pick up. I pulled out a paper map so I could figure out where I was in relation to them and an ETA (this was before Google maps and GPS units). They gave me their address which I found on the map. Then I looked around the car to figure out where I was. I couldn't believe it. In this city of over a million people, with no prior information of the sellers work address, I was literally parked directly across the road from them.
Same thing happened to me back in the mid-90's when I was job hunting in a new area we had just moved to. The ad only had the name of the business and a phone number, so I pulled into a small strip mall to use the payphone. After I dialed the number, I looked up and saw the business was right next to me. I got the job, too.
Was helping my dad spread new soil on our front yard and plant new grass seeds. After spreading the seeds, my dad said that he should have bought hay to cover the grass seeds so the birds don't eat them. Just after he said this a large speeding truck passed that was carrying bricks of hay and several flew off the truck and tumbled into our yard.
Tbh being alive. I was born 26 weeks one of triplets (the only one to survive). My mother said doctors would literally come into the hospital room daily saying either (i would die soon, or if stayed alive wouldn’t walk, have brain damage etc). I was in an incubator for quite awhile as soon as i came out. I came home my original due date. Long story short through surgeries, therapy etc i’m now 25…with mild CP and work with adults with disabilities.
When I was 8, my dad took a picture of me in a private jet at an air show.
16 years later, I was hired to fly a private jet. At some point, my boss saw the photo from when I was 8 in Facebook and said, “What were you doing in our jet?”
It had been dramatically repainted, but I had been hired to fly the same jet that my dad took a photo of me in.
I was a cashier and a customer coughed on me. I felt the spittle on my face. Of course I got sick. I wound up in the ER with breathing difficulties. They said I had sepsis and if I had waited less than a day to come in I probably would’ve died from it. They did chest imaging and diagnosed me with pneumonia. But they also discovered a 6cm tumor on my spleen that turned out to be an ultra rare cancer that only a few hundred people worldwide have been diagnosed with. I had zero symptoms. No weight loss, zero pain. Absolutely no clue I had huge tumor in my abdomen. The type of cancer I had is caused by a virus. So the pneumonia virus led to a cancer diagnosis caused by a virus.
When I was in prison, I started having continence issues. I was embarrassed and ashamed. For me, this was room 101. I had no idea medication could fix the issue, so I dealt with it as best I could. Due to prison regulations, there were times when I wasn't immediately allowed to change or shower, and I wasn't always allowed extra laundry time to wash wet bedding and clothes. I'd tie the wet stuff in a plastic bag until I was allowed to wash it. Most of my roommates were understanding, but one started giving me hell. She told people I was so lazy I wouldn't bother to go to the bathroom. At the time, the least urge caused me to go so quickly that I didn't have time to get up. My roommate told people I'd deliberately wet, and refuse to clean up. If the unit guard refused to give me a wash time, there wasn't anything I could do until the next shift. If it wasn't a time of day we weren't allowed free movement, the guard might say no to my request for a shower. My roommate escalated the situation to the point where I felt unsafe. During the process of coming to terms with the issue, one staff member took me under her wing to the point of getting me in the clinic to see one of the doctors that actually gave a damn. She prescribed medication that takes care of the issue, and found out I have a fallen bladder. While trying to determine the cause of my incontinence, the doctor did an ultrasound on my bladder, discovering my uterine cancer. Had my roommate not been so horrible, the cancer would never have been discovered in time. She saved my life.
Had a summer job looking for Uranium in the NWT of Canada. The job entailed walking through the woods while using a gamma ray detector to find boulders having Uranium. The theory was if you found a boulder that was "hot" one could traced it back to where it originated and maybe a Uranium mine is found.
One day during a typical survey I found a piece of moss that made the detector absolutely go nuts but no boulder.
Narrowed it down to a piece of moss no bigger than my pinkie finger nail. So I bagged it and flagged the location and went back to camp. Sample was sent to Canada's Atomic Commission to find out that it was a fleck of radioactive isotope from the Russian Kosmos satellite that hit the eatth near Baker Lake NWT Canada in 1977.
The odds of finding this given the huge area really was statistically improbable.
OP was curious enough and careful enough to pay attention to the anomaly. Other people would have continued walking because they have no curiosity and just live in autopilot.
Driving down a backroad in the middle of nowhere.
Get a flat tire.
Guy walks out of the bush with his dog.
Helps me out, asks for a ride back to town.
Start talking. Turns out we know some of the same people. Turns out dude was a distant cousin.
Lost my class ring outside of school. About a year later I went to a beach about an hour away (I rarely went there as others are much closer). Was washing my hands in the restroom and sitting on the side of the sink was a ring that looked like mine. I checked the name inside, it read *ArcticGurl* 🤯
Mum lost her engagement ring, she had no clue where to start looking. We turned the house upside down, nope. At least 15 years later mumand dad sold the house. As part of the moving out and clean up she decided to grab any ripe vegetables and weed the vegetable garden...her ring popped out of the soil as she pulled up a weed. One more week and it would have been lost forever.
In college a couple of my buddies wanted to go see a dollar movie. Stopped at a gas station to put a few dollars in (I was hella broke) and my buddy offered to buy me a Dr Pepper. I looked down, half in embarrassment/half in pondering) and I saw a $50 bill laying in a box of candy bars and I said 'nah I'll pay for yours.' Filled my tank up, bought a few sodas and some candy and we went on our way.
After the movie they were hungry so we stopped at a Perkins. I didn't quite have enough to get an appetizer so I just planned on mooching some fries. Waitress came out and said 'the guy over there ordered this but decided he didn't want it. Anyone here want it?' I raised my hand. So I got to eat for free.
Got back to school. Sat down to start marking my finals, on a white board, for the upcoming week and started freaking out. Per my syllabus, I had a final the next day and hadn't studied at all. Did my best to cram but was exhausted the following morning. Walked in to class and sat down. Professor's wife walked in, about 10 minutes after class was supposed to start and said he was sick, class was cancelled and we'd take the final the following week.
Was a helluva 24 hour period for me.
Definitely would have purchased a lottery ticket if we had them at the time but alas...
I am from Denmark.
Traveled to the US.
Doing a roadtrip on the west Coast.
Going to San Diego, finding a bar in gaslight district.
At the table next to me sits a girl from my class from elementary/primary school.
My mind refused to believe it. I simply thought I saw her doubledgaenger until she also recognized me.
Same country, same state, same city, same street, same bar, at the next table at the exact same moment l. It is still something than messes with me.
Doublegaenger...🤣 we should make this the official word to replace doppelganger. All in favor?
Drove my car off a cliff (easily 60 degree angled embankment) on a gnarly logging road, and it careened 60-70 feet down into a gully. The car bounced between trees all the way down, in a narrow alley of no trees. The roof caved in, the driver's door was crushed, the passenger side of the hood was demolished...and I didn't have a scratch. That narrow alley without trees meant none came through the windshield to impale me or crush me. It existed because a young woman had driven her van off the road the week before in the exact same spot, clearing the trees. She did not survive.
Wow, things like this always amaze me and make me wonder about guardian angels. I've seen car accidents that look minor but yet there was a fatality. Also the other way around, like OP where the car is completely effed up but the passengers walk away with minimal injuries. I hope where ever these accidents happened, that proper safeguarding has been implemented, to try and prevent any more major accidents, off that cliff.
Picking the slowest checkout lane in the grocery store every single time for the last 15 or so years.
All three of my children were born on one of their great grandparents birthdays.
I'm the oldest of 3 girls and we were all born on a holiday. I was born om Labor day, my middle sister was born on Memorial Day and the youngest was born on my parents first date anniversary. I know the youngest wasn't born on an actual holiday, but kinda to us. Lol
My mother donated my older sister‘s handmade high school pottery vase to our churches thrift store in Southern California before we move to Hawaii. Six years later, my mother sees it for sale in a for-profit thrift store called savers on Oahu. She bought it and put it back on our shelf. We Still could see my sister’s name carved underneath.
I lost my driver's license on a work trip in a different state than where I was living. Moved from the address and apartment on my driver's license. 3 years later moved back to the same apartment complex different apartment and in the mail room throwing all my junk mail in the large trash can in said room. Saw the envelope on top in the trash can had my name on it but different address. Opened it and my lost driver's license from 3 years ago nothing else in the envelope.
I had twins whose combined weight was 11 lbs, 15oz at birth (5lb 4oz +6lb 11oz). Then, I had a singleton that weighed 11lb 15oz. Evidently, my uterus has a capacity, and it’s one oz less than 12lbs.
Took us 27 hours to drive from Houston to Dallas, which is normally a 3.5 hour drive. Everything, and I mean everything that could go wrong did go wrong. It's a story I will tell my grandchildren.
Edit: I was lazy and didn't want to type it all...but here's a summary...our new car broke down an hour into the drive because we put too much stress on the engine too soon, drove back to Houston to get another car, started again, that car broke down 1.5 hours later. Had to get it towed to some sketchy roadside shop, got it fixed, got on the road again, stopped to get gas, our dog escaped the car and was running around in the pitch black wilderness, took forever for local PD and us to find her, started again, got pulled over because my boyfriend was swerving (he wasn't drunk, he was exhausted...), got on the road again, some crazy fog rolled in and everyone had to pull off the side of the road because it wasn't safe to drive, while we were pulled off to wait for fog to pass, an 18 wheeler slammed into the back of us and totaled the car...I could go on and on and on...we finally made it into Dallas 27 hours later, slept through our event that we even went for...and had to rent a car to get back home...It's been 10 years and we STILL laugh about that god forsaken trip to Dallas. We have never visited Dallas again...f**k that.
My first time going to the horse track, I didn’t know what I was doing and was just betting similarly to my bf (same type of bet, but picked my own horses). 3rd race in I was betting a box superfecta for $0.50, (that’s where you pick 4 horses, and the “box” parts means the order they finish doesn’t matter as long as they’re 1-4) so a $12 dollar total. I got up to the betting window and one of the horses I had planned to pick was a scratch so I
just randomly picked a horse cause I liked the name. My 4 horses came in 1st-4th and I won ~$3700.
I think it was the 1993 Grand national, in UK, that 2nd 3rd and 4th places all had 'Blue' in their name. (It's a big race, with lots of horses, and you could place bet for 2nd 3rd and 4th place... and I would have done so too, if i hadn't been short on time before my Logic exam! I still made a quick place only bet on one of them and won over $300 though!)
Not me but I knew a woman whose husband died of a rare form of brain cancer in his 30’s. She eventually moves on, meets a new guy, remarries….and he dies of another rare kind of brain cancer before he’s 50. I can’t even imagine how that might f**k someone up. Losing two spouses to brain cancer like that, and so young.
I was sitting on a park bench leaning backwards, stretching, and feeling the grass on the elevated land behind me. I randomly picked a plant. Person I was with: "you got a 4 leaf clover!", and I was like "oh they must all be like that". I assumed it was some random plant cluster that all looked like 4 leaf clovers and I was wrong, I totally blindly backwards grabbed a 4 leaf clover on a random park bench.
I was going through a rough patch, and on Valentine's Day in 2002 I was at work and we ordered Chinese takeout. My fortune cookie had an inspiring saying in it, so I kept the little slip of paper.
Exactly 10 years later, I had made a major, life altering decision and was second guessing myself. I was also 1500 miles away from home, alone, on Valentine's Day, sitting in a Chinese restaurant. I got the exact same fortune in the cookie at the end of the meal.
I've got both little slips of paper together in an envelope. One of the more interesting things I own.
I transferred within the post office to a new facility after 10 years. My first night working there I opened a tray of mail that contained only one letter. It was a birthday card to a person with the same name as a guy who had been my best friend in college 10 years prior. I hadn’t spoken to him in nearly a decade, and I remember wondering if it was the same person (somewhat common name in my area). I got back to work, and a few hours later the letter carriers started arriving to start their shifts. I said something to another clerk and a letter carrier recognized me, and it turns out it was the friend from college. He had become a letter carrier 8 years prior to that day. I asked if he had a birthday coming up and he said it was his birthday that day.
Won $50 from a scratch-off, cashed it out, and was literally mugged outside of the store. First time I ever bought a scratch-off & first time I was ever mugged. Needless to say I never bought another one.
I’m a dude in his mid-40’s. A few years ago, I was running on a trail at a national park near where I lived at the time, and suddenly heard some hiker randomly yell out “hey u/rabiesinremission!” I looked up and it was one of my buds from high school, whom I hadn’t seen in two decades. We were 760 miles from our hometown and I was floored by the infinitesimally minute probability of just bumping into this guy, in the woods, halfway across the United States from where we grew up. One of the nicest conversations I’ve ever had thanks to the unlikeliest coincidence.
I once visited Hong Kong, walked around a corner and bumped into my brother. I had no idea he was visiting too.
Was stationed with a guy in Japan who was originally from Sierra Leone.
Transferred to another base in DC. Lived in a condo complex in Northern VA.
One of my neighbors was a cousin of the guy I was stationed with in Japan.
My sister was in Japan because her ex was stationed there. Seven years later, she gets into a car accident in the States, the x-ray technician says, "I know you!" She said, "No, you don't!" It turns out the technician who x-rayed her in the States, remembered x-raying her toe in Japan. "It was the smile!"
Met a guy in Ireland who raved about a restaurant a few blocks away from where I live, over 4000 miles away
I (🇨🇦, from a very remote and rural northern area) was in Bangkok with a friend. We stopped in a 711 to grab some snacks, and were chatting about how much bigger and busier Bangkok is than our tiny hometown. A lady in line in front of us with the same accent as us turned around and said “you think you know small towns? I’m from _____, Canada. Bet you haven’t even heard of it.” Turned out it was the next nearest village to our tiny town. Most people have never heard of it. There’s only like 3,000 people in a more than 1000-square-kilometre area around us so it was a pretty cool coincidence!
I was walking my dog around the neighborhood, our usual evening walks however it leads to the main road and my bf said no lets go the other way today. I was like ok sure, then suddenly as we are crossing the street a speeding car full of teenagers loses control and crashes onto were we could have been. Divine intervention.. it’s still crazy to think about.
After university, I went on a trip to Europe. On my last night before flying home, I went down to the lobby of my hostel to get an alarm clock. At that exact moment, a friend of mine walked into the lobby. Neither of us had mentioned to each other that we were going to Europe that summer. But we ended up in the same city, staying at the same hostel, and entering the lobby in the same window of minutes.
I used to teach college-level German in Oregon. One summer I was traveling in Germany with my girlfriend. While we were eating in a pizza restaurant in Heidelberg, one of my former students unexpectedly came up to me. Neither of us knew the other was going to be in Germany. And the topper is that she didn't actually see me in the restaurant; she heard and recognized my voice while walking past!
My one and only time hitchhiking.
It was in college. The semester was over, so for the fun of it, I thought I'd try hitchhiking home. This was a long time ago, in both a time and a part of my country where hitchhiking was safe.
I get picked up two times, then let off just outside of a mid-sized town in the middle of my province (in Canada). I'm like 18, and this guy in his 40s, heavyset, dressed like a train driver picks me up.
We're driving for about 20 minutes. Driver looks like he doesn't talk much.
Suddenly he asks me, "What's your name?"
I say, "AAAAA BBBB".
He turns his head and stares at me.
"MY name is AAAAA BBBB!!"
Well, we're off. I knew I had distant relatives from that part of the province, so we both start rattling off names of family members trying to figure out if we are related, and how. We talked nonstop for two hours.
He lets me out just outside the next town, we wave goodbye. Never saw him again.
Watched my wife get struck by lightning. We were dating at the time.
She had a summer life-guard job, but a thunderstorm came up. Drove over to pick her up. Watched the last kid and their mom drive off. She was starting to lock the pool gate when lightning struck her, the gate, and the pool pump house. She flew backwards 10 feet without even touching the ground and landed on some grass. I got out of the car, ran over, and helped her up. She was shaking all over, jittering as she walked to the car.
I saw the whole thing from inside the car, including the flash and (at that distance) instantaneous "crack" (not a "boom", a "crack"). There were loud noises and sparks coming out of the pump house, so I threw the breakers outside to off, then locked the pool up and drove her home. She shook like that for 10 minutes non-stop.
I was at a Brooklyn art fair and some painting caught my eye. I looked closer, and it was a portrait of the inside of a coffee house I used to study at in college—in Minneapolis.
Crazy!
I’m not from the US, how far away is Minneapolis from Brooklyn?
I ran into a semi that ran a stop sign, doing 50kph, no airbags went off in a 2009 Explorer... and walked away.
The police officer that responded was quite shocked that I was walking around taking pics (in high vis clothing), he was expecting to be calling for the Jaws to get me out. Should have taken him up on the offer to be transported to hospital to be checked out, ended up tearing my shoulder out the back of the socket.
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When I was 10 or so, we moved from a small city to a very small (6x6 blocks small) town. In this small town I met and became friends with two girls that had the same first name, spelled the same, same middle name and same birthdate. One of them was a year older, and the other was two years older. Didn’t think about much as a kid, but seems very odd to think about now.
We once went to the USA and we got stuck in a little town (<50 people) in the mountains (that's a whole story in itself) and there was a lady in the party that invited us to dinner that had a very familiar accent. I asked and it turned out she was from the same city in the Netherlands where my mom was born. She was send to Japan in WW2 and went to live in the US when they were freed, so she had spoken American since she was very young, 65 years ago, and I could still make out the accent to not just be Dutch, but from that particular city :)
When I was 10 or so, we moved from a small city to a very small (6x6 blocks small) town. In this small town I met and became friends with two girls that had the same first name, spelled the same, same middle name and same birthdate. One of them was a year older, and the other was two years older. Didn’t think about much as a kid, but seems very odd to think about now.
We once went to the USA and we got stuck in a little town (<50 people) in the mountains (that's a whole story in itself) and there was a lady in the party that invited us to dinner that had a very familiar accent. I asked and it turned out she was from the same city in the Netherlands where my mom was born. She was send to Japan in WW2 and went to live in the US when they were freed, so she had spoken American since she was very young, 65 years ago, and I could still make out the accent to not just be Dutch, but from that particular city :)
