A lot of people think that humans are merely the products of their parent’s genetic fusion. It’s not quite that simple. Sure, some things about me were determined that way- brown hair, blue eyes, big Slovakian nose, thirsty Irish kidney. But there’s more to it than that. There was a space between my past life and my current existence, and in that space lived a little nugget of potential. That nugget, created out of thousands of years of karmic happenings, is how I came to be me.

It wasn’t easy being a nugget. It can be rough out there in the waiting room of life, drifting around a lawless universe, waiting to be sparked. Zillions of nuggets just like me swirled around, colliding into one another, bouncing, rubbing, creating friction, all with one goal in mind- to ignite. I ignited on Halloween night, 1974. I ricocheted off a particularly thick cluster of nuggets and spiraled down to earth at the precise moment when my dad’s swimmer was connecting with my mom’s egg. If I’d landed a little to the right I would have been the son of a Chinese farmer, a little to the left and I would have been a Border Collie/German Shepherd mix.

The instant of my conception I immediately lost 99% of the possibilities that my nugget contained. I could no longer be the first African American President, or the first Primordial Dwarf to walk on the moon. It was an incredible feeling to purge myself of all that boxed up potential. It surged out of me in a giant electrical storm and clung to other nuggets as they innocently coasted by.

Another percentage of my pre-assigned potential will be lost in the course of my lifetime due to various circumstances beyond my control. The remaining portion will either come to fruition, or not, based on the choices I make in my life. But that is a story to be written later.