Every so often in life, as one is ambling on ones way, a choice hurls itself before your boots that have downtrodden all before it to that moment.
Not the "shall i eat, or shall i not", but some mindbending choice.

Left foot or right foot next was usualy a pointer to the starter of an onset of said condition, when face downwards was indicative of a case of the dilly dallying, or too much emphasis on left, left, left, known as the splits.

Would any brave soul care to spill the beans on a "Turning Point"?