While our entire lives are shaped by small moments, there are some moments that more overtly set off a chain reaction that changes the entire course of our existence.
A shift as simple as leaving your house a few minutes later, or popping into a store that catches your eye, can completely transform the course of your life, and in some cases - save it.
In some cases, these moments are the result of a simple small decision, while other circumstances feel a bit more cosmic.
In a popular Reddit thread, people shared the "butterfly effect" moments and decisions that altered the course of their lives.
1. From TheDevilsAdvokaat:
About 20 years ago I was watching a tv show about a guy in Australia who feeds the homeless. At the end they interviewed a few of the homeless who all said he was great, and their names flashed up on the bottom of the screen.
One of the guys had the same name as my brother, who I hadn't seen for about 15 years. I looked at the screen, squinted...and there under the dirt and grime was my brother, who was an addict and lost touch with us years ago.
I called the tv program and got the name of the feeder guy, he contacted my brother and passed on my phone number. A couple of days later I got a call and told him he could come live with me. And he did.
He moved in at my place, then the next morning went up the road to get a newspaper to look for a job (this was about 2000. Came back and he'd found someone advertising for English teachers in China. He asked me what I thought...I said, what have you got to lose?
So off he went. And loved it. Kept telling me to go too, so six months later I quit my job, sold my car, moved everything I wanted to keep over to my older brother's place...and left for China.
I was there for 18 years. I met a girl, got married, bought an apartment, had two kids. Then the Hong Kong troubles came and I moved back to Australia a few months ago.
And it all started from watching a tv show and seeing a name I knew.
I went to Amsterdam to meet up with friends.
On the way back there was a train at the station, but the display didn't show information. I decided to ask a random guy who was entering the train if this was the right one. It was and we start chatting.
Holy sh*t this guy is a perfect match for my mom. I asked him he would like to date her. He agreed, because of the unique condition.
They had a relationship within a month.
Lived together within a year.
11 years later still together, married for 4 years.
All because of a broken display.
I was supposed to go to a U2 concert with this girl I was friends with, her boyfriend, and a couple of other people. I had a knack for getting good seats at shows so it was up to me to get tickets. She went nuts and accused me of trying to break into her house to clean her carpets while she was in Croatia so I kept the tickets (they hadn't paid me yet) because I still wanted to go but not with them because they were really good seats.
I went to a street fair in town a couple of weeks later and ran into a girl I was friends with from high school who loved U2. I sold her a ticket and she asked if she could bring a friend which just made me think "woohoo, I'm selling another one of these really pricey tickets!" The girls show up at my place day of show and her friend smiles as she is walking in. I saw the smile and knew that was it, I'm going to be spending the rest of my life chasing that smile.
Well over 20 years, a couple of kids and dogs later, and as soon as I finish typing this I'm headed to bed to snuggle up next her.
Tl:DR I met my wife because one of my friends went nuts and accused me of trying to clean her carpets while she was in Croatia.
Mine is about how I met my wife too!
I joined the military two years after high school. Didn't have any other options because of the recession, didn't want to go into insane debt for a degree I didn't even know if I wanted. So I'm sitting there in the contract office looking at the options they're offering me and it boils down to 5 years or 6. I spent about 30 seconds on it and decided to do 6 because the bonus was a little better and I'd have guaranteed employment for a little longer.
I go through my training, two years worth, and get sent to Germany. Everyone in my group who has the 6-year option got sent to Germany, the ones who chose 5 were split between Germany, Georgia, and Maryland. I do two years in Germany where I make some anonymous online friends who share similar interests. I move to Georgia to do my final two years and one of them mentions that she works on the post I now live on. I suggest that we do a meet up since I know that she and another of the online friends are dating. We do and have fun so we continue to hang out. Eventually one day she says she's going to bring along a friend from a club she joined on her college campus.
This girl and I hit it off, and after I get out of the military we move to Texas and get married. Her best friend comes to the wedding and meets one of my best friends, and they hit it off and end up getting married. My wife and I have a kid, and our best friends live about 15 minutes away...
All because of a 30 second decision I made in a crowded office in 2011.
It all started with the first week of my college freshman year.
It goes:
I drunkenly wandered into a frat party one night and thought “Oh f*ck, they have a fire pit, that’s cool.”
I joined that fraternity, drank a lot of beer, got the freshman 15, and looked like sh*t.
My roommate suggested that I start boxing with him to get in better shape and to get girls (hint: got 0).
A year later I had my first sanctioned amateur boxing bout
Two years later I won an amateur U.S. national championship
Thanks to that, I became the captain of my college boxing team and dipped into coaching new people
Realized I really f*cking liked coaching and teaching people new things
Decided to try becoming a teacher and get my masters in education (Applied with a 2.7 gpa lol)
Holy sh*t, I’m a f*cking teacher now.
Can’t imagine a more fun and fulfilling job
All of this because I was really drunk and liked that one frat house with a fire pit. So yeah, moral of that story...I have a fire pit in my back yard now.
After high school, I attended a community college for a few years. I'm rather introverted and am not good at making new friends, so for most of my first term I basically didn't interact with anyone.
I had a two-hour break between two of my classes, so I started hanging out in the cafeteria because it had chairs and food. One day I saw a guy rocking a blue fedora (this was before the fedora-wearing neckbeard stereotype really became a thing, and also this particular guy is not and never has been a neckbeard in any way) and I complimented him on it. We chatted a little bit and he invited me to join him and his friends who also spent their free time hanging out in the cafeteria.
Fedora Guy and I dated for a little while, but ultimately we weren't a good fit long-term, though we have remained good friends. The big thing, though, was that he introduced me to an internet discussion forum he was part of. I joined that forum and became a very active member in that community, and made a lot of friends through there.
Several years later, I was feeling pretty trapped in where I was in life, working a retail job and barely making ends meet, with no resources to go back to school and no marketable skills to look for other work. A couple from the forums (who lived a good 600 miles from me) offered to let me move in with them and they'd support me while I essentially tried to restart my life. I took them up on their offer, moved from Oregon to California, met a guy I really hit it off with, and am now married and working a job that gives me a great deal of satisfaction.
All because I said "Dude, I like your hat" to a stranger in the cafeteria 15 years ago.
In November of 2018, there was a huge blizzard right around Thanksgiving. My college didn’t close for the blizzard so I went out early to get some hash browns from the dining hall before my psychology exam. I ended up falling and getting a really bad concussion and had to reschedule my midterm.
The day after (or maybe two days after), I ended up taking a triple dose of my panic attack medication because benzos and concussions make you really confused. I knew something was wrong so I went to the ER and nobody believed me that the overdose was by accident.
So at the psychiatric inpatient, I was prescribed some antidepressants. Nurse reassured me that the good mood was just not being depressed. Instead I was actually manically happy and high.
Got serotonin syndrome-muscle spasms, muscle atrophy, seizures, fever that didn’t go down with tylenol so had to use an ice bath, coma for a bit.
Quit college because I couldn’t even feel hunger, went home, did physical therapy, therapy, and got antidepressants because serotonin syndrome ruined my ability to make serotonin. Took a dna test and found out I metabolize SSRIs at double the pace. In the meantime, got to meet tons of nurses and doctors and discovered I wanted to be a nurse. Started volunteering emt and even got to deliver a baby. Got a full ride to college for nursing too.
So wanting blizzard/class + hash browns = concussion -> overdose -> inpatient -> serotonin syndrome -> quitting college for multiple treatments -> finding my true passion, going back to school, and delivered a baby!
WWII: Some guys are looking for volunteers to go join a group that goes behind enemy lines. No one volunteers. They randomly select my grandfather. Everyone that didn't join that group in that camp was killed on frontlines.
I couldn’t afford college, so I applied for a naval ROTC scholarship. The recruiter told me an engineering major would have a higher chance of acceptance, so I applied for the scholarship with a chemical engineering and got it. Because of this scholarship, my choice of college was significantly narrowed down to colleges that accepted me, I applied FAFSA for, had a NROTC program and engineering program. I had one college to choose from.
The navy thing didn’t work out because I didn’t do it for the right reasons but because of it I ended up going to school in Michigan in the engineering school. Without this whole ROTC thing, I would’ve never gone to Michigan and would’ve never chose an engineering major.
Chemical engineering didn’t work out. I failed physics 1 and organic chem 2 (barely passed the first one). Didn’t know what I was doing, on a ton of loans for out of state tuition and poor as shit. I signed up for whatever free food opportunities and one was them was free lunch with a grad student program. The purpose of the program was for the grad student to convince undergrads to pursue grad school. The grad student I was paired with convinced me to give computer science a try. I did, since it was fine if I sucked at physics and chemistry.
Had to do summer school to catch up on classes since I switched my major and the overlap between chemical engineering and computer science wasn’t too big. Got a job as a summer camp counselor at the university for high school and middle school students. The professor that ran the camp also gave me a job as a TA for the remainder of my time in college. No longer poor as shit during school. Still a ton of loans.
The professor also got in contact with a recruiter at Microsoft saying I’d be a great candidate. Got scheduled for a screening interview. Studied my ass off. Got a real interview. Studied my a*s off more. Got an internship. Graduated college. Went back full time. Now living in Seattle, a city I absolutely love, loan free and no longer poor as sh*t.
I have absolutely no idea where I would’ve ended up if I didn’t try for that ROTC thing since computer science/engineering was as far away from what I wanted to do as I could’ve imagined.
Was studying abroad in Salamanca, Spain where I met this random student at a bar and chatted with him for about 30 minutes. I friended him on Facebook the next day (this was the early days of Facebook and I was young and excited about social media). I went on to live in a different city for a few months, then went to Madrid, Spain for the summer. Decided to click through to “friends in Madrid” on Facebook (again, young and excited about social media) on the day I arrived. Saw this student from Salamanca was my only contact in the city and decided to message him.
He invited me to drinks with friends that night, where I met this random German dude who invited me to his birthday party the next day. I went because I didn’t have anything better to do. I ended up dancing with the random German dude’s brother, who was there visiting just for his brother’s birthday. After the dancing (and some talking, etc.,), the random German dude’s brother and I realized we had a serious connection. We maintained a long-distance relationship from Germany to Spain, then Germany to the USA for a year. We’ve been married over 8 years now. We had both arrived in Madrid the day before. Up until that point that 4 day window in Madrid was the only time we had ever been in the same country at the same time.
When I was 19 I was working a sh*tty retail job and had an awful store manager that was a really nasty guy. One day I snapped and had enough and stormed out. I never came back.
I felt guilty as the store manager only scheduled two people on at the end of the day, so with me gone it was just him and my colleague who was about to leave for the day...on his last ever day.
The colleague stayed on an extra hour or two on his last day to cover for me and I guess because I'd left abruptly, agreed to work a few extra shifts until I was replaced.
My replacement was a woman whom later became his wife and now they have two children.
If I hadn't rage quit that day the likelihood is they never would have met and those kids would never exist!
TW: Suicide
A couple of years back, I was terribly depressed and suicidal. In my mind, no one would care if I die, I'm just one dot in this vast universe. I'm just a burden. Feeling all this pain, in this hell... I'm better off dead. I was already planning my death( the hows , what, where). I didn't have a set date yet. I was planning to cut ties from people and all that but I knew that whenever I felt like it's time, I would do it. I was ready.
Suddenly, before the end of the school year (that same year), one of my classmates did it. Wouldn't go into detail about how but it was on our campus and some of my classmates saw him. Everything stopped for a while. Exams got canceled, classes were canceled for that entire week, we had to undergo some sort of class therapy ( we have at least one case of suicide per year.). There, my brain went into a glitch. Idk but I was just floating watching these people grieve.
Slowly, it came to me...that the world will never stop for you. But for the people who loves you and cares for you? Their worlds will change. I am not even close with this person yet somehow, like a ripple effect, he affected me.
He was a very active and happy guy on the outside and no one would ever suspect he was suffering. During that time, I learned that several of my classmates were suffering from depression (and other forms of mental illness) too. It's just that we're so isolated and confined within ourselves that we didn't notice it. I sort of felt like...I wasn't alone. After that event...I felt guilty, I felt that I have to at least try, for him. I owe him my life, tbh. If that didn't happen, I probably would've ended it, never graduated and all. Wherever he is, I hope he's happy.
When I was 6 I was riding my bike and a bee was chasing me. I ended up ditching my bike in the middle of the road in front of a random house. A guy came out and helped me by swatting the bee away and getting me back on my bike.
His daughter came out to observe and we introduced ourselves and became good friends. When I was 8 I moved away and only saw her one other time over the next 10 years. When I turned 18 I got my driver's license and decided I was going to see if she still lived in the same house. Drove an hour and it turns out she did still live there. For those of you thinking that we got married and lived happily ever after - nope.
We did end up hitting it off and I was head over heels in love with her. She moved three hours away to Chicago for college, so I applied to college in Chicago and moved with her. Spent 1 semester there before I ran out of money. Ended up joining the Navy to support us, but once I got out of boot camp she decided that she wanted to stay in Chicago and a month later it was too difficult for us to have a long-distance relationship.
Fast forward 6 years, I get stationed in Washington state, meet the girl of my dreams, ACTUALLY understand what it means to fall head over heels in love with somebody. Married for going on 9 years now, two kids, awesome life.
I never would have met my wife if I didn't join the Navy. I never would have joined the Navy if I didn't move to Chicago and go broke. Never would have went to Chicago if it wasn't for the girl. Never would have met that girl if it wasn't for the bee that chased me off my bike.
I f*ckin love bees.
Not me but one of my flight instructors. He was supposed to fly Senator Heinz but was unavailable. That particular flight (while trying to determine if the nose gear was down properly) had a mid-air collision with a helicopter where everyone died.
*IF* my instructor had taken the flight (he was very experienced) as he was supposed to and managed to land safely, Senator Heinz probably would have beat out GW Bush for the Republican nomination and therefore the presidency. As Heinz was a moderate, the 2nd Iraq war might not have happened...
I saw a cool witchcraft shop across the road from a gaming shop I went to semi-regularly. Convinced boyfriend to come with me.
The owner is nice, we get on well, turns out he loved tin soldiers etc when he was a kid and is thinking about starting a new business. I introduce him to the guy who runs the gaming shop. Three months later the gaming store closes due to sky-high rents. Wizard and the game store manager come up with a plan for an amazing game store with all kinds of tabletop and war games.
Three months later they hold an event to advertise and scope out customer base. Boyfriend and I go and help organize, meeting people and making friends. One year later the new store opens and it's awesome. I become a regular. I have a best friend and many other friends, place becomes like a second home.
Three years pass. BF and I realize we don't want the same things in life, we break up but are now besties. Later I realize that I am in love with best friend from game store. I confess. He feels the same. Turns out we fell for each other and were both too scared to say anything while I was still in a relationship. We date. 4 months later he proposes and it feels right so I say yes. Everyone including ex-boyfriend are thrilled for us.
I think I was around 8 or 9 when I befriended a street cat. My uncle and I were checking out the house that we were renovating and since I was a kid, I was out the streets chilling and saw an old dirty orange cat. I took the cat and cleaned her up and fed her. We played for about three hours before my uncle told me we had to go. I left the cat and left.
We moved in a couple of months later. Now, unbeknownst to us, the area had a bit of a mice and snake problem. Fortunately for us we never had much of an issue on that part. Our neighbors weren't so lucky.
A few years later when we had the place renovated again, we found the orange cat and her kids living inside our ceiling and they were the ones killing the mice and snakes. They also caught some of the cockroaches too.
It's been years now and the orange cat I unknowingly adopted has now died but her legacy still lives on because one of her kids moved into my apartment with me. My place is the only mice free one in my street.
And that's how I helped start the biggest gaming store in the southern hemisphere *and* met the love of my life by walking into a witchcraft shop.
Sorry about this sad story but here it goes. When I was about 5, our family was planning to go to our village to celebrate festive season. Dad was a doctor and he thought it would be cool to buy a new car before going. He called his friend's dealership and they sent 3 cars for viewing.
We ended up liking one car and we kept that but my silly sister left her favorite shoes in the car and kept crying over it. She was like 2.
Next morning, dad said that why don't you guys take the new car with the driver and leave and I will swing by the dealership, pick up shoes, drop off the old car and get there by train. Mom reluctantly agreed and our driver took us to our village.
Dad decided to leave the next day but that night fighting broke out between two rival groups and few people were shot, dad had to operate on those all night, saving lives. The next morning, being too tired, he decided to skip going to the dealership and join us directly.
The family of the gunshot victim being grateful offered to drive my dad in his old car to our village. The driver was idiot or tired or whatever, he drove the car into a ditch, causing injuries to him and dad. Injuries weren't bad but it lead to my dad having a heart attack and passed away 10 days after :(
My best friend and I were going to get breakfast and then ride to an event together one morning. She was running late, so we decided to meet at the diner and drive separately instead of meeting at my house and leaving her car there. After breakfast, I got in a wreck and the seat where she would have been sitting if she had ridden with me was totally smashed. She would have died if she had been on time for breakfast.
That same wreck caused me to miss an important deadline. I was planning to move out of state, but was injured in the accident and ended up staying put for several more months to recover. While I was recovering, I started dating a guy. If I'd moved as I had planned before the accident, we might never have started dating. He ended up being really bad for me, but when we broke up, my rebound guy ended up being a real winner. We've been married for 13 years and have two amazing children.
This woman I know was living with some guy and one night, years ago, they were watching a local public access TV show on cable. She said to her squeeze, "This is so sh*tty; WE could do better." She had a video background, so they did. They ran it a weekly show for years with a volunteer crew, with the woman as a producer. Relationships were formed among the volunteers, at least one child was born and a couple of marriages. One of them was mine; I came on as a volunteer toward the end -- and ended up marrying the woman who was producing.
The show was science fiction fan-based, and a bunch of them got together to found a convention for San Francisco fanzine publishers. Thirty-five years later, it's still sustaining itself as a con, moving from city to city every year.
All because my wife saw a bad public access TV show and made a decision.
This girl that I had a crush on posted in a Facebook group for buy/sell/trade in a small college community about looking for a boyfriend. It was deleted in less than 5 minutes by the admins for being against the rules.
I saw her post in those 5 minutes. I messaged her. We started dating, fell in love immediately. We moved across the country together.
Over 6 years later I’m still living in the state we moved to together, even though we broke up a year after arriving. I think there’s a good chance I’ll spend the rest of my life here.
But that’s not all. Because of her I got connected to another Facebook group for drug reform jobs. Through that group I found my first job in cannabis, something that’s led directly to my next 3 jobs (including my current job) and may be my entire career.