I was away at college and sat next to the same girl every day in a history class. We would always talk a little before class started. One Friday we were discussing our weekend plans and learned that we shared the same birthday. Just a nice little coincidence.
Months later I was at home visiting my parents and happened to mention I had made friends with a girl named Bridget who was from a nearby city and we had the same birthday. My dad said, “Wow, that is Stan’s kid. You were both born at the same time, in the same hospital, and were in incubators in the nursery side by side.” My dad and her dad hung out in the waiting room for hours waiting for our moms to give birth. I go back to school later and tell my friend. Her parents were surprised too. They verified the story. We lived in completely different cities but our moms had went to a “new” good hospital to have us. I like how our paths crossed again 19 years later in college. It was a magical moment.
Kim, 44, Netherlands