People tend to remember exactly where they were or what they were doing during life-changing moments. My story with Chinese calligraphy started on a dull and unmemorable Saturday morning when I walked into an old friend and art teacher.

My story is about coincidences, a one in a million chance and unimaginable luck to meet a 92-year-old Master who was keen to teach.

Or is it? Is there such a thing as a real coincidence?