In 1999 my family and I accompanied by some friends were on our way to St George in QLD Australia when our Toyota Coaster bus broke down catastrophically in the middle of no where.
A farmer who saw our predicament through binoculars from his farm house half a mile away came to our rescue, he towed the bus to his farm, bought us a replacement engine and fitted it himself.
His name was John Kennedy.
This happened at the time that news of the death of John Kennedy was aired.
We knew then that he had been murdered, the synchronistic signs were too big not to be noticed.