When you've lived long enough, there are specific moments that stand out in memory as the true turning points.  Had those brief instances played out in a different way, you would have lived a completely different life, never having the experiences, meeting the people or traveling to the places that came to mean everything to you. 

Sometimes those moments hinge on strokes of luck, for better or worse: the random encounter, the missed connection.  More rarely (it seems to me), they involve someone else's intentionally grabbing the dice and changing your game.

23 years ago today, my friend Barak changed my life forever by eating an egg.  Here's the story.