If this is not magic, then what is it? (sceptics needed)

I have a “magic ring”. I don’t know what else to call it. I’m actually writing a book about it and its powers. It started off as a normal wedding ring, then became the symbol of my own personal strength, and then it started granting me wishes. Big ones. But always at a cost.
I won’t go into the details, or mention the big things this ring has done, but I’ll give you a few small examples that defy the “purely coincidence” theory (and I may add I’m a sceptic myself, which is why I’m trying to find a non-metaphysical explanation).

eg1: I was taking a flight last Thursday and sat there in the airport and felt pretty lonely and miserable. My flight was at 11.35. I put on the ring at 11.17 (not for any particular reason, but I did wish I had someone to talk to at the time) and at 11.19 an ex gf called. At 11.21 another girl (one I like and want to think of as my “girlfriend to be”) sent me a message and at 11.27 my last gf sent me a message and my mother called me. I then switched off the phone to go into the plane and by the time I got out I had 2 more missed calls from my mum (ok nothing extraordinary here), another 2 from a friend who never calls me and just wanted to see how I was all of a sudden, and one more from yet another friend who wanted to ask me to go swimming with her that day. Coincidence?
eg2: The Thursday before that the ring “asked me” (I cannot think of a better word) to take it to the highest mountain. I did. I found the highest mountain and climbed it, I felt I had to do it that particular day. The next morning I got information that I had won the trial which had been in a stalemate for the past 7 months.
eg3: so today I didn’t know what to do, or which way to go. So put on my ring and got into my car. I left Prague and headed north to Dresden, but instead of taking the normal (new) highway, I decided to take the old one, which I hadn’t used for almost a decade. I got stopped at the border and the police said there was something wrong with my car and confiscated it. They still don’t know what was wrong, they have to figure it out. Luckily they let me go though. Because of all this, I ended up in Dresden, where I took a tram (something I’d never do) and accidentally saw a bridge where I used to sing, the home where I used to live and two bars where I used to sing (one was not accidental, I was heading there, the other however just happened). And I’m writing this now because I’m pretty certain that tomorrow I’ll get the official verdict for the trial I had 3 weeks ago. I’m saying all this now so you don’t say I made it up afterwards.

All theories, however crazy, welcome. I’ve given up on logic on this one.