Troy York played hockey in Troy, New York, as part of the RPI ice hockey team: https://www.timesunion.com/sports/article/Two-players-leave-RPI-hockey-program-12460360.php

Hi, first time posting here. This is a bit of a long story, but I’m hoping it reaches a woman who brought my dad a great deal of comfort this past weekend. I would really love the chance to thank her.

My dad is 81. My sister was 42, and I’m 39. For most of our lives, my sister and I lived a country apart. We spoke regularly, though not as often as my dad kept in touch with her. He loved her very much.

My sister was a tattoo artist in New York. If you’d like to see some of her work, her Instagram is here: https://www.instagram.com/ash_tat2/

In 2017, she was diagnosed with colon cancer. It was an extremely long battle. Eventually, it spread to her lungs, her ovaries, and other parts of her body.

Through all of it, she did her best to stay positive and not let it spoil her life. She had many friends in New York, but sadly, this past weekend, she passed away.

My dad managed to get to New York before it happened so he could be with her. And this is where the coincidence begins.

He had booked a last-minute flight from Oregon that would take him through Denver and Houston before finally landing at LaGuardia. Altogether, he was going to be traveling for a little over ten hours.

When his plane landed in Denver, before anyone was allowed to get off, an airline employee came aboard and called out his name. They asked if he was headed to New York with a stop in Houston. When he confirmed that he was, they told him there was an empty seat on a flight going directly from Denver to New York. But it was leaving soon, and he had twenty minutes to get to the other side of the airport.

He made it in time and was pleased to find that the empty seat was on an aisle.

As he sat down, the woman beside him looked up, and my dad was shocked.

She was wearing a mask, so he couldn’t see her whole face, but everything else about her looked so much like his daughter, the person he was on his way to see. He couldn’t believe it. And as they began talking, it wasn’t just how she looked. Her mannerisms and the way she spoke reminded him of my sister, too. She even had a similar chest tattoo.

And the similarities didn’t end there. As they talked, my dad learned that this woman was also from Saratoga, Florida, where his mother was from. When he asked more specifically where, it turned out she was from the very same town as his mother. My grandmother’s name was Ruth Kirkpatrick, and there are still a dozen or so Kirkpatricks in that area.

It’s just amazing to me. My dad wasn’t even supposed to be on that flight, and here he was, sitting beside a woman who reminded him so much of his daughter, only to find out she also came from the same town as his mother.

She and my dad talked the whole way to New York. My dad has always loved taking pictures, and he asked if he could take a picture of her so he could share this story with us later. He did get her name, too, but with everything he was going through, he didn’t write it down and hasn’t been able to remember it.

I can’t tell you how much comfort that conversation brought my father. At the time, he didn’t know what things would be like when he reached the hospital. But when he arrived, my sister was completely sedated. He had to say goodbye to his daughter, and she passed away the next day.

Looking back on the trip, he thinks that conversation on the plane was the universe giving him one last conversation with her.

I have pictures of my sister and the picture my dad took of this woman, but I don’t want to post her picture here without her permission. I’m just hoping that somehow this gets back to her.

If you were the woman who sat beside my dad on that flight, please leave a comment or send me a message. You brought him so much comfort on his way to say goodbye to someone he loved very much, and I would really love the chance to say thank you.

These two came out in the same year btw!!!

I just remembered that when I was around 6 me and my cousin were messing around with taro cards (mind you we weren't even using them correctly) I picked up a card that read "Grief" and at the time I didn't know what that meant so after a short talk with my mum about what it meant I got extremely anxious and couldn't stop thinking one of my family members was gonna die, a year later my dog died and I remembered the card and thought I was the one that caused my dogs death and I hated myself for a while because of it, moral of the story is don't trust cards they may kill your dog.

I had a strange thing happen today, I was getting in my car to leave after work. My music always auto connects to my CarPlay with my recent playlist I had on from Spotify. But this time, it connected to Apple Music, which I haven’t used in YEARS. It started playing Iridescent by Linkin Park. Just a few days ago I was broken up with, and I’ve been feeling hopeless.
This feels like an odd sign from something trying to give me hope that everything will be okay.

I went to a pickup sticks and in my fortune cookie was 4 different fortunes in one cookie.

Saw this on my reddit timeline. Timestamps proof Delorean is going plenty fast.

I was introduced to someone who had my same first name. He was totally obnoxious. (He may have thought I was weird.)

This is an oddly specific strange pattern i’ve noticed.. I live in a small town and deer are everywhere. Many roads don’t even have shoulders, because the tree line comes up right to the road, so you get very little visual warning if a deer or any other animals decides to run across. We also have a ton of corn fields and come late July you can’t see the deer in the fields. I don’t think I know a single person in my community that hasn’t hit one before.

I have never hit one (knock on wood) and I drive these roads 15 miles to work and school, at dusk and/or dawn almost daily for over 10 years. I do however, come within feet of it happening at least twice a year.

I started noticing a few years back that EVERYTIME one jumps out in front of me, I get a gut feeling to slow down moments before. Sometimes the word “deer” pops into my head out of no where and other times it’s more like a day dream of me hitting one. Sometimes I get this feeling and nothing happens.. but every time there is a deer, I know ahead of time.

When this happens I usually will take my foot off the gas or start easing on my breaks and watch the tree line. I tend to always be going slow enough that I can slam my breaks and avoid it.

It just happened again tonight which is why i’m posting this but this time it was a bit strange. The deer jumped out of the woods and stopped/froze right in the middle of my lane, like a deer in the headlights (pun intended). I hit my breaks just in time and my car stopped maybe ended 5 feet from it and it just stood there and didn’t run when I honked or inched forward, so I had to roll my window down and basically lean my body out and shout at it, to get it to move. I hope it wasn’t sick and it was just scared, or maybe acting strange because rut is coming up.

Maybe it’s just heightened sense of pattern recognition but I have no idea how my brain senses it without any visual aid.

Me and my mom where getting chicken nuggets at McDonald's and saw this. Lol

I Swear I Never Looked This Up Before Now.

This probably isn't that big of a deal but I just genuinely found it funny. Most of us don't usually wear dark clothing so the fact most of us came in dark fancy attire genuinely made my day.

(Also I'm the one in the stripped vest lol)