It might sound cheesy, but I really didn't choose Buddhism, it chose me.
I was a drug addict, and at the end of my rope, my last days, I had accepted the possibility that I would more than likely soon be ending my life.
At the time I knew nothing about Buddhism, and thought it was a joke really and would ridicule anyone who followed Buddhism, as it seemed to be nonsense.
I was watching a video with my brother, a Sigur Ros music video which I've realized since was about mindfulness (which I had no idea of), then I stepped outside for a smoke afterwards, as I sat there I saw a wind come through causing the bush in front of me to dance, I watched it for a minute, and felt such a profound sense of calm and ease, I had no idea what it was, or why I had felt it. But in that moment I decided to quit smoking, drinking both alcohol and caffeine, quit drugs (I was an amphetamine addict), quit watchign porn, and started to meditate, I had no idea why any of it was happening, it seemed the universe was taking control of me to save my life. A month later, I had gotten to the point where my perception had changed to the point that I was feeling high all the time, everything was more vivid and intense, I saw more detail in things, and all the world became beautiful to me. I decided at that point to read a book on Buddhism (Beyond Mindfulness in Plain English), and found that all the changes I was noticing in my life were those of Buddhist ideals, I feel this is nothing short of a miracle, Buddhism would find me before I found it.
I recently fell out of mindfulness, as a gripping depression assosciated with loneliness consumed me, I allowed it for unknown reasons, but am returning back to mindfulness as I write this.
Not the most interesting story, but it is mine.