Mine certainly doesn't stack up to some of the other's, like Charlie Girl's, Becky's, Demien's...Well most of them...
Was it going to university and meeting the people I consider my closest friends? No.
Was it the passing of my father? No
Was it either of my hernias and the resultant recoveries? No.
Like Pokerdude, it was entering the hobby. I had never dated, caroused, or chased women, and I finally saw a SP at the age of 38.
Leading up to it, I had become a lonely, bitter, miserable...Well lets skip the rest of it...man a drift in his so called life. I did not like the person I saw in the mirror, but I was resigned to being that person, alone and miserable. I still am that person, but I no longer want to be that person. And I hope I have started to take the appropriate steps towards that goal. But only time will tell...