28 Astonishing Moments That Defied All Odds—Including One Shocking Encounter with Jimmy!
I took my kids on family vacation to the beach, and my car was kinda acting up the entire time. I had a 2010 Chevy Traverese, and it kept not wanting to start, but I jumped it and started heading home after a week of babying it.
Anyway, I was in Ocean shores, headed back to central WA, about 6 hours away. As I head through Olympia, the car just gives up and dies. So I pull off to the side of the road, and a big truck pulling a camper pulls up behind me. He said he could jump me, and he did. Car started and was doing great. About 15 minutes later, I hear a loud thunk, and car dies, this time permanently. So I pull over. About 20 minutes go by, and again, the same trunk pulls over. I am at this point 5 hours away from home. Guy said, “we’ll look like it’s done for, but if you tell me where you live, I can take you most of the way. I tell him my city, and he laughs, and says Me too!. I asked what street he lives on, and apparently, he lived four houses down. So I packed what I could into his camper, and he took me, my wife, and three kids home. I made sure to thank him and every Thanksgiving and Christmas brought him either a turkey or a ham, for my appreciation.
Well, several years later and divorced. I meet my current girlfriend. My Tahoe needed the wheel bearings replaced and I was so busy, I had no time to do it myself. Especially working 80 some hours a week at times. So I wanted to pay someone for it. She tells me her dad has a friend and he would do it fairly reasonably if I buy parts. So I do, and she takes me to his shop. Same dude that helped me years ago. I get out of the car and give him a big hug. Tell him I would pay whatever he wants and left my Tahoe there. I ended up also giving him a gift card to a fancy local restaurant for his trouble.
About 6 months later, I was trying to pull out a cat from under a car in a smoldering hot parking lot as it was stray and very tiny, and the temps were over 110 degrees on black top. So I chased this kitten right under a truck, and the driver waiting for his wife steps out, there he is again.
Every time I have needed help innthe past few years, it seems like he is always there. Dude might be Jesus or something. Not like I lived in a crazy small town. Over 400k people in my city. I have went 30 years without running into people that visit the same places I do.
Surviving a drowning having been gone for 12-15 minutes, resuscitated, 2 days on life support, lost a third of my bodyweight and walked out of the hospital less than a week later. Full clean bill of health two weeks after that. No permanent damage.
I was walking down the sidewalk when some scaffolding gave and almost crashed down on me. Fortunately, someone shoved me out of the way. Ten years later a bus lost its brakes and nearly hit me but someone pulled me to safety. The weird part? It was the same person that saved me both times.
“I waited a few minutes and then the lights went off and it flew off,” the netizen recalled, adding that the statistically improbable part was that they had just actually committed an offense. “I really thought I was done for; but nope… [It was a] wrong person or maybe they were bored and messing with me.”
Back in 2004, I had been hitchhiking around out west for a couple of months. Summer was coming to an end, though, and I was planning on making my way back to Indiana where my parents lived. I was on the Oregon coast when I got picked up by a biology teacher, we’ll call him Scott, from New York.
Scott was on his summer break doing hikes in different parks out west, but was also about to start his trek back home. Since Indiana was on the way, I asked if I could tag along and maybe get dropped off in Indiana. He said he had a few more hikes and peaks planned, but if I was okay with that, I was welcome to join him.
We went to Mt. Hood and South Sister in Oregon, Canyonlands down in Utah, a couple of peaks in Colorado, and he took me all the way back to Indiana and dropped me off at my parents house. It was a wonderful time and we exchanged emails to keep in touch. Time went on, and the emails became much less frequent, but every now and then, one of us would reach out and check in.
In 2015, I moved to Boise, Idaho. Sometime in 2016 or 2017, I checked that old email address of mine and, sure enough, there was an email from Scott asking how I was doing. I replied and told him how I was in Idaho now and gave him my phone number as that was a much easier way to get ahold of me.
About 30 minutes after I sent that email, I got a text from Scott. He said that was amazing and that I should come over to Payette Brewery and have a beer with him. He lived in Boise, too! But it gets even crazier.















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