I had my epiphany long ago in the middle of a particularly frosty winter.
Every morning I'd get out of bed, shower, dress, get breakfast and walk to the station. So far so good, but every morning, by the time my train arrived, I'd have a nasty headache.
Then one morning as I walked to the train, the headache beginning to pound, the clouds opened up, God stuck his head through, and said, "It's the hat, you fool. It's too bloody small."
And he was right. I threw away the hat and the headaches stopped. I now own an astrakhan (that's Russian for ostrich) cap that's nice and warm and doesn't pinch my tiny brain.
Paul wasn't the only person to have an epiphany. My road to Damascus led only as far as the train line.