Coincidence has of late become so commonplace in our thought process that coincidence itself is becoming commonplace. We tend to accept odd and unusual events with a jaded resignation, not only when these events occur separately but also when they’re conjoined (to form coincidence) with others that bear an uncanny association with each other. From the JFK assassination to 9/11, these past 50 years have given coincidence a new meaning and have made it a favorite topic in the realm of conspiracy theory circles and similar venues for discussion.
While Thanksgiving is still in the air with the smell of leftovers and the hype of Black Friday, I’d like to turn your attention to a coincidence that occurred here in NYC. Separate incidents that, while not earth-shattering, are significant in the growing catalog of strange occurrences. I found the following on Flumesday.Com:
“In 1997, during New York City’s annual Thanksgiving Day Parade, a female spectator was critically injured. It was a windy Thanksgiving that year and the enormous Cat in the Hat balloon flying down Central Park West could not be controlled. The balloon was taken by a gust of wind and knocked over a lamppost. The lamppost fell on Kathleen Caronna who was there with her husband and baby boy. Caronna was in a coma for nearly a month. Nine years later, while Caronna was in her Upper East side apartment, an airplane flew through her window, crashed into her apartment and instantly made her the most unlucky person in the history of mankind. Miraculously, Caronna got out of her apartment without injury. The minute mathematical probability of two such events happening to the same person makes this story strange enough. However, the pilot of the plane was a Major League baseball player. Even stranger. The New York Mets medical staff and third-base coach, Manny Acta, inhabit the building. Even stranger. A plane crashed into a building in New York City on October 11th. I find this pretty strange.”
flumesday.comI find this pretty strange myself. While I’m not a statistician, I would imagine that the mathematical probability of this happening would be almost incalculable. However, after living through the JFK assassination, 9.11, and my first marriage, who am I to argue with science?
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