Over 20 years ago, I met my future wife on a bus. There was a fare dispute and the bus got pulled over by the police for like an hour, giving us time to talk.

When I graduated college my mom apparently passed my resume around to everyone, and her diving instructor gave it to a friend who gave it to a coworker who decided to give me an interview. I’m still in a career that started with the most random of connections.

A couple years ago, my mom discovered from my DNA test that she had assumed my father incorrectly based on the gestation timeline estimated by the doctor. She told me my real dad’s name, and I have met him and learned of new siblings, cousins, uncles, and grandmother. Whoops.

Sometimes the most random of events has lifelong consequences.