I live in Kent and I am a cab driver. I have an Aunt who died in Fareham on June 25th 2015. We knew she was going to die a few days before. On the morning of her death I was dozing when I clearly remember what felt like a feather being brushed across my nose and then my forearm. Within 2 minutes my Father phoned me to let me know that she had just died.
On Wednesday 11th November I had to take one of my regulars to Southampton Docks to get on a Cruise ship that was leaving later that day. I believe it may have been a Fred Olsen ship. On the journey we got talking, as you do, about family and it occurred to me that if I were to add the age of each member of my family of four together it would add up to 139. Me 55, wife 52, daughters 17 and 15. It was also 139 days since my Aunt’s death.
The following day I attended the local Grammar school, MGGS, with my wife and youngest daughter for possible entry into the sixth form the following September. As part of the evening’s proceedings the headmistress gave a talk in the main hall. On the seat right in front of me was the number 139.
Punchline: The following evening in Paris there was a terrorist attack in which 130 people and 9 terrorists were killed.
3 years later my father died 139 days after my birthday.
Every word of this is true and 99% verifiable.