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David and Victoria Beckham: A Timeline of Their Relationship

David celebrated Victoria’s 48th birthday with a gushing Instagram tribute. “Happy Birthday to the most amazing wife , mummy & Business woman,” he wrote alongside a photo of the duo sharing a kiss on the beach. “Have the most amazing day because you deserve to x We all love you so much.”Courtesy David Beckham/InstagramMore
David and Victoria Beckham are one of Hollywood’s longest standing couples for good reason: they’ve been through the ringer together.
From raising four children — sons Brooklyn, Romeo and Cruz, and daughter Harper — to infidelity allegations and divorce speculation, they’ve remained united through it all.
“People have been making things up about our relationship for 20 years,” Victoria told British Vogue for their October cover story in September 2018. “We both realize that we are stronger together than we are as individuals.”
Scroll through to relive all of the power couple’s highs and lows:
Have you ever run into a friend on a busy street in the middle of the day on a random Wednesday? If you have, chances are you thought that was quite a coincidence. But as unexpected as they are, such coincidences fall short of the situations these netizens have found themselves in.
On the list below, you will find stories of some of the most incredible coincidences members of the Quora community have found themselves in, from long-lost siblings reuniting in the most random of circumstances to people traveling to the end of the world only to meet someone from their town, among others. Make yourself comfortable and maybe even grab some popcorn, as these stories read like something straight out of a movie.
#1
Back in the 1980’s, a friend of mine was working on a paper about some of the action in WWII. One of the incidents he was working on involved an American unit with a British officer seconded to it. He needed more information about the officer, and had no idea how to do that. Someone suggested contacting the Imperial War Museum in London to see if they could provide a lead or source on how to find him. So, he got on the phone and called the Imperial War Museum. He asked the person who answered the phone how he could locate an officer from WWII, and was asked if he knew the man’s name and unit. He gave them, and the response was: “Speaking.” In one of the most incredible phone calls in history, he had actually reached the officer who had left the service and gone to work for the Museum, and happened to be walking by a desk when the phone rang. The secretary was away from her desk for a few moments when he happened to walk by and answered the phone.
#2
I once stopped to help a guy change a tire. He had an arm in a sling and two very young kids in his car. He thanked me saying he didn’t want to hurt his arm any more and wanted to get back to work. Fast forward three months and I’m in a very ugly motorcycle wreck. One of the EMTs noticed my back was broken. Had they continued I’d have been paralyzed. His quick thinking prevented that. After I recovered I got to meet the EMT crew that saved my life. The guy that noticed my back was broken? The guy whose tire I had changed.
#3
When my brother died, it took 2 years before I could afford to spread his ashes at the family plot at a remote cemetery in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia because I couldn’t afford to fly there. Until I could get there, his ashes sat in their box in my family room in Delaware. 

When we finally traveled north, my husband and two cousins accompanied me to the cemetery. We planned to spread some of his ashes by my father and grandparents’ headstone and then place the rest in the brook that runs through the graveyard out to the sea. It was an overcast, misty day on the Cape Breton coast. 

We got out of the car and began walking to my father’s gravestone when we suddenly heard music. We all stopped, wondering from where it came. Lo and behold, it was my cell phone. Somehow, the google play app had activated. 

Now, just so you know, I rarely use google play on my phone, I had not activated it, and I always keep my phone on priority only silence. However, it was playing music. When I pulled it from my jacket pocket, I realized it was playing The Rankin Family – a Canadian band who my brother not only loved but who he had introduced to me well before they became known in the US. The band’s music had always been a common bond for us. 

Then, the song was one I had never heard before, and it was about someone going away forever. Needless to say, my husband, cousins, and I were just a little freaked out. But, in the end, I knew it was my brother’s way of saying goodbye. I will never forget it.
#4
I was headed in for a job interview several years back. As I’m walking in, two other men are approaching the door from different angles. One of them speeds up to cut off the other and get in the door first, and the other walks in, shaking his head in disbelief. As I walk in behind them, the first guy runs to the elevator and presses the button, not holding the elevator for the other guy and me. Again, the second guy just shakes his head and we wait for the next elevator. I say “Can you believe some people?” And we both chuckle a little bit. 

As it turns out, we are headed to the same floor, so we get off the elevator together. As we walk into an office, there is guy #1 Mr Impatient, standing at the desk tapping his foot as the receptionist is finishing up a phone call. The receptionist asks him “can I help you?” And he says “I’m here to see Mr Smith for an interview at 3:30.” (it’s currently 2:50). 

I think to myself “Great, this guy is interviewing for the same position I am and he will act like the sweetest guy during the interview.” I lean over and tell the receptionist “I am Mr Smith’s 3 o’clock interview.” Mr Impatient GLARES at me.
The other guy I walked in with (the one Mr Impatient cut off) then says “Hey gentlemen, I’m Mr Smith.” And turns to Mr Impatient and says “you don’t need to wait around. I’ve already determined you are not a good fit for our company. “
I got the job.
#5
I met my wife during college, it was the first time we had ever seen each other, and we got to know each other very well and started dating. We had dated 8 years before we got married and one fine evening we decided to look at our childhood photo albums that our parents had so carefully preserved. I skip like 50 photos and see a small boy dressed as a Monkey and I go “ Why have you stolen my picture?” My wife goes “ That is not your picture, that butterfly beside the monkey is me .” We both argue for a solid 30 mins not realizing that we might have been in the same play school. We then asked our parents for the year we attended and other stuff about our playschool. It turns out we went to the same play school for two years, sat on the same desk, and pulled each others hair until one of us cried. This was in the year 1995 and fast forward 22 years and the hair pulling is still on. 8 years of dating and we both could have never guessed that we might have met before. This was the most insane coincidence in my life. This was us back in 1995. This is us in 2017. Edit 1: Added two photographs.
#6
The night my daughter died in a double hit-and-run in Colorado, a stranger stopped to help her and was witness to the second car that hit her, ending her life. He had been trying to help her though; he called for an ambulance and although it was ultimately unsuccessful, every effort was made to save her life. That stranger is a hero as far as I’m concerned. 

The man who tried to help was very traumatized by what he had witnessed and had to change jobs so that he no longer had to daily pass by the place where my daughter died as he went to and from work. Unrelated to the accident, he and his wife got rid of their landline when they moved. I wanted very much to thank him but although I had tried every way I knew, his job had changed, he no longer had a telephone I could call 411 for and he no longer lived in the same place. I finally decided that simply being grateful would have to be enough, even if I couldn’t tell him myself. 

Two years later, I’m sitting at the dinner table in a hostel in London and strike up a conversation with a guy also having dinner there. He was from the same area as me. He remembered my daughter’s death not just from it being in the news, but because the husband of one of his co-workers had stopped and tried to help the young lady.

OMG.

To make a long story short, he put me in touch with his co-worker and I was able to email her and express my thanks and gratitude for her husband’s efforts that night. She emailed me back and said that although her husband was desperately sorry he couldn’t save her, he was grateful that she didn’t have to die alone. He is a hero in my eyes and I’m so glad I got to let him know how grateful our family is. May he and his loved ones be abundantly blessed.

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