*Cue the "X-Files" theme song*
Are some things just too weird to explain?
Of course we know that our existence is grounded by science and hard facts and that everything must have a logical explanation. But is part of the reason why so many people believe in something “beyond” our present reality due to the fact that we’ve encountered situations that simply escape our logic and reasoning?
Sure, it’s easy to let our imaginations run wild. But even the most serious and matter-of-fact people among us have had experiences that defy the most basic of facts.
What’s the strangest thing that’s ever happened to you that you still can’t explain? Redditors were asked to share their “glitch in the matrix” moments, and their answers are truly freaky.
My brother got shot in the stomach and the bullet bounced off and fell on the ground. Apparently it had traveled a long distance and lost a lot of velocity. It left a welt, but that was it. (faxinator)
or he’s just bulletproof and didn’t want anyone to know. (zdakat)
The Worst Assignment
I took a writing class in college where one of the assignments was to write an obituary for one of my grandparents. I procrastinated the assignment until the night before it was due because it seemed like a dumb assignment.
Scramming for an easy grandparent to write about, I gave my mom a call and asked her for some basic biographical information about my maternal grandfather, who was still alive.
As we were talking about his career, my mom couldn’t recall the name of one of the companies he worked at. She lectured me about waiting until the last minute to write the assignment because it was late — 10:30pm my grandpa’s time. However, she said she would give him a call to see if he was still awake and be able to answer that question once my assignment was due the following morning.
When my mom called my grandpa, my grandma answered the phone in a panic. My grandma frantically explained that the paramedics had just arrived and was performing CPR on my grandpa because he had stopped breathing and passed out. My mom was able to stay on the phone with my grandma until they took my grandpa to the hospital, where he was declared dead.
In the time my mom and I had been talking on the phone about my grandpa’s “obituary,” he had died. We ended up using the obituary I wrote for that writing assignment as his actual obituary. Still freaks me out when I think about the timing. (sm127)
The Dedicated Coach
In high school I was an avid runner due to being on the wrestling team. I’d run late at night when it was cool out. One night I was running wearing a crew neck with my schools name on it.
About half way through the run an elderly man on an old style schwin bike caught up with me and asked me what I was doing out so late. We both stopped and said I was on the wrestling team and pointed to my sweatshirt. His eyes lit up and he said “Ha! I used to coach those clowns. Keep at it boy!” We exchanged goodbyes and then he sped off on his bike at an ungodly speed.
The next school day I told my coach about the story and described what the old man looked like. My coach turned pale and said “That sounds like old coach Hains.. he collected schwins.” I was like “oh that’s cool..” then my coach followed with “yeah.. and he’s been dead for 10 years…”
No more late night runs for me, my dudes. (Scorp359)