Yes, it happens to me, I’d say monthly, in some small or large way.
The biggest and most ‘woo-woo’ happened when I was 21 and my best friend was 20; we were in a town of only 25,000. We’d had a falling out – she had slept with my fiance – and I hadn’t spoken to or seen her for several years. One night I was at a bar I rarely went to, and suddenly, there she was. I was coolish but cordial. I had been taking speed which, as some of you may know, makes one feel very happy and extroverted and feeling all-is-right-with-the-world.
We made plans to get together the next day, which was a Saturday. We met at her house, talked about some things, cried, and I forgave her. We made plans to go shopping on Monday. On Monday morning I got a call from her mom saying she’d been in an accident that morning about 2am, and was in the hospital. I hurried to see her, but she was in a coma. She didn’t wake from it and passed away within several hours.
I believe that whatever power/s exist put our paths together to allow her to ask forgiveness and me to forgive. If I hadn’t been in that bar in such a receptive good mood, she would have died and I’d be stuck with a lot of unresolved feelings. Her funeral was on my birthday, and the minister read a poem I’d written about her.
Another time, I’d been home from the hospital and ICU for just a couple of days after an intentional overdose. The doctors said I shouldn’t have lived. Out of the blue I got a call from a friend I hadn’t communicated with in about 9 years who lived in VT (I was in TN). Said she just had the urge to call me. To this day I don’t know how she got my number. My parents said they had nothing to do with it. Anyway, I think something was intervening again to remind me that I had friends and was loved.