I ran into mine almost 20 years ago. My wife and I were on vacation in Ireland with two other couples, driving the “Ring of Kerry” road in the southwest corner of the island. We’d stopped for a restroom break at a little resort on the seashore.
As several of us were standing around, waiting for those who were taking longer in the restroom, this man walked by, with his four daughters walking behind him, single file (reminiscent of the opening credits to The Partridge Family). He could have been my twin, and he and I realized it as he walked by, and we both just stared at each other, mouths agape
My friend Karen was standing beside me, and elbowed me after he walked past. “He looked just like you!” “Yeah, and if I’d stayed Catholic, got married at age 19, and didn’t believe in birth control, that could have been me.”