I've had some pretty wild coincidences.

Once, I was home on leave from the Army for a couple of weeks. Well, my foster parents didn't want me setting any bad examples and coming home drunk, so when I got raging drunk one night, I decided to sleep in some woods near the house. Passed out hard, woke up hungover, then dragged myself home for some coffee. But...I'd lost my wallet that night somewhere, with my military ID, bank card, everything. It was one of those nylon and velcro camouflage wallets. I was bummed!

Well, once I got back to my duty station, I got everything replaced, new ID, new bank card, etc. Life went on, and a year passed. Then I went home on leave again. Once again I got rip-roaring drunk and again decided, so as not to set a bad example, to sleep in the nearby woods. Crawled up near a log, rested my head on it, and passed out.

The sun started coming up, and I started slowly regaining consciousness, but I felt a very uncomfortable lump under my back. Probably a stick or rock, I figured. I rolled over to get it away from me and, lo and behold, my nylon and velcro camouflage wallet! Lol, I couldn't believe it!

I still have that wallet to this day. I don't use it because it's ragged out and 25 years old now, but it's got sentimental value.