One day many years ago my mother was talking about some old boyfriend that she had before she got married. She told me what a nice guy he was. When she mentioned his name, I thought "Hmm, that's MY name." Ok, no big deal....
Then she told me that this nice old boyfriend had a brother who was killed in a private plane crash. When she told me his name, I thought, "WTF, that's my middle name!"
It sort of sent chills down my spine, and I was too wierded out to ask about the connection.
For the next few days, I really had to convince myself that my father was my biological father..