When I was in 8th grade at Gateway The Complete School, we had a music festival, and the guest of honor was a really famous artist. Everyone was so excited, and though I deeply wanted his autograph, I couldn’t bear the crowd or the long line. I told myself quietly, “I’ll get his autograph by the end of the day.”

I didn’t, of course. I felt bad, but as a kid, I brushed it off. On my way home, something strange happened: a paper flew across the air and stuck to my face. When I pulled it off and looked… it was his autograph.

I don’t know how, or why, but I went home smiling like the universe had just whispered, “See? I got you.