If a little Italian guy in 1328, by the last name of Matarazzo (and, no doubt, looking exactly like Mario from the Nintendo games), had bent over to pick up a dropped spoon and, as a result, had missed seeing a beautiful girl walk by, things might not have unfolded from gallant introduction, to marriage, to ancestral line...and I might never have existed. And you would never have read this.
Maybe God made him catch the spoon. Maybe Fate made him catch it. Maybe it is just pure, un-biased chance.
Either way, it inspires a feeling of awe, does it not?