Distinguishing Synchronicity

So I have read in various works of Mr. Daniel Pinchbeck of a distinguishing effect called a synchronicity, which is basically a random line up of an event or a series of events that in no way has any co-relation, things that were often times confused by myself for my entire life up to this point as sheer “coincidences”. When I say “coincidence”, I would be referring to, let's say for example, a coincidence that you see two people walking down the street wearing the exact same clothing, or a coincidence to a bit of an extremity that if you hadn't of been late to the office that morning you would have been killed in a freak accident on the highway, things like that I suppose could in fact be summed down to just a “coincidence”. You could even say the entire human race and the set up of our planet earth and this universe is only coincidence. A synchronism, to me, is a pairing of random events in the personal life that, when noticed for what they are, can completely change certain perspective on that particular happening in one's personal life.
One example, a personal experience, was about a year ago, I was riding to my cousin's house in the backseat of his car listening to the radio, I don't remember the song in particular because I wasn't familiar with it, but anyway it was a woman's voice to a fast paced beat and said something about “flashing lights”, immediately after I, for no particular reason, chose to listen to these two random words, as I was hardly paying attention to the song at all, one of my friends in the front also said something about “flashing lights” and about a second later I could see exactly what he was talking about, we were approaching at least two police cruisers that had a car pulled over in front of them, both with their signal lights on, flashing blue and red. I was the only one who seemed to have noticed this synchronism, and when I brought it up later that night it was hardly given any thought to by the others. Random chance of occurrence, complete coincidence?
I assure you I am no expert on anything of the para-normal, what ever you want to call it, I have witnessed some very freaky things in my life time however, inexplicable things, and I have grown up to accept that there are things that happen that we can give no logical explanation to, we just simply have to acknowledge that they are happening, and accept the fact that we can not find the answer as to “why”, at least, that's how I look at it.
My recent and most life-shaking experience was a week or so ago, at a funeral for a good friend of mine all throughout high school who, at the age of nineteen, chose to take his own life by hanging himself in his closet. I was devastated for days, and still cannot sleep without thinking about him for hours on end, his lifeless body lying in a casket.. But the thing that got to me more than anything else was at the funeral, minutes after I had arrived. First I need to tell you about my sleepless night the day before to just hours before his funeral, I was lying in my bed awake and decided to finally get up, that it wasn't even worth trying to get any sleep, so I got out of bed at about six o'clock in the morning and went outside to see what little of the stars that I could make out just before the sun rise. [[ this intertwines with yet another synchronism, for the past year as I have affixed my gaze into the stars every chance that I get, to marvel at the universe and overwhelm myself in it's enormity, I have been noticing things moving across the night sky, some of them I have just figured to be satellites, (they were not airplanes or jets, anything like that) though many of them have been questionable, meaning that I cannot say what exactly they were at all and I have no logical explanation for them, but whatever they are, I keep seeing them, and seemingly at times at the exact moment and point when I look up at the night sky, and when I walked outside that morning and saw a dimly lit Orion, there it was, a dull point of light, steadily moving across the sky above the earth's atmosphere, until it was out of sight]]
After the sun had risen, I went to sit on my front porch with my father who was reading his copy of the Holy Bible, though I agree it is a very important book it rarely interests me, but he was looking anxiously for a passage that he could not remember, and said that he needed to find it. I asked him if he remembered a few words from the passage and he told me what he could, something about “hope” “perseverance” and “character”, and he said that it was in Romans, but he had read entirely through Romans and still couldn't find it, so I went to my computer and typed the few words in on Google search and sure enough, there it was, it was from Romans 5:3-5, I went and told my father and he exclaimed “there it is!”, and then he read it to me.
“3Not only so, but we[a] also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4perseverance, character; and character, hope. 5And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us. “
At the time, I accepted this passage as a powerful and meaningful one to my father, being a great man of faith and love and compassion, but at the time it really had no effect on me, I was just glad I could help him out. I went inside to try to get a few hour's sleep before my friend's funeral which started at two in the afternoon. When I was awoken by my father, I somberly showered and got dressed, trying to look decent for the respect, and arrived a few minutes late (of course) to a massive super-church with hundreds of people filling it, as I made my way into the back to find a seat alone I began to feel a wave of emotion, of the entire congregation of the church, of his family and his little sister that grieved so much, it was almost too much to bear. But what happened next, I would not be able to hold it much longer. There I was, sitting in the back as I had missed the very opening of the service, not paying too much attention to the bald gentleman in the front at the microphone, when I heard him say something that I wasn't expecting. I heard him say something about “hope” when I told myself that maybe I should be listening, and he went on to say something about “Romans” when I began to feel the strangest feeling, like a car had just hit me, I said to myself there's no way. I listened in complete shock and awe, frozen in my seat, as the man in the front perfectly recited the exact quote that I had looked up for my father, that he was looking for, for no particular reason in the early hours just before I had to bury one of my best friends, Romans 5:5-3. My head fell into my hands, and I began to cry to myself. A little girl no older than six or seven years old sitting in front of me was miserable with tears, for an instant her eyes and mine met each other's gaze with a sorrowful connection, I knelt down in front of her with my arms out and without hesitation she ran into my arms, and hugged me like she never wanted to let go.
Rest in peace, my dear friend Tyler.