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One night we were hanging out with some friends at our house and decided to go around the room and have everyone tell their stories. When it was my turn, I apologized that I had nothing to add to the conversation. I thought my story was boring and couldn’t imagine why anyone would want or need to hear it.

I actually then went on to say how I was jealous of people who had a meaningful or compelling story to tell, the kind where something “big” takes place in their life and it changes them forever.

It was just about a week later when something “big” happened to me, my life changed forever, and I got a story like that to tell...