An invitation to write a "Reflections" type of article creates a certain ambivalence: it is a great honor, but it also infers the end of your professional career. Before you vanish for good, your colleagues look forward to an interesting but entertaining account of the ups-and-downs of your past research and your views on science in general, peppered with indiscrete anecdotes about your former competitors and collaborators. What follows will disappoint those who await complaint and criticism, for example, about the difficulties of doing research in the 1960s and 1970s in Eastern Europe, or those seeking very personal revelations. My scientific life has in fact seen many happy coincidences, much good fortune, and several lucky escapes from situations that at the time were quite scary. I have also been fortunate with regard to competitors and collaborators, particularly because, whenever possible, I tried to "neutralize" my rivals by collaborating with them -to the benefit of all. I recommend this strategy to young researchers to dispel the nightmares that can occur when competing against powerful contenders. I have been blessed with the selection of my research topic: RNA biology. Over the last five decades, new and unexpected RNA-related phenomena emerged almost yearly. I experienced them very personally while studying transcription, translation, RNA splicing, ribosome biogenesis, and more recently, different classes of regulatory non-coding RNAs, including microRNAs. Some selected research and para-research stories, also covering many wonderful people I had a privilege to work with, are summarized below.My mother told me that I was born with a caul (in Polish, w czepku urodzony, which literally means "born in a bonnet"). This is traditionally the sign of a person who will always enjoy good luck. I am not sure that it turned out that way for others with this rare birth phenomenon, e.g. Lord Byron, Charlemagne, Sigmund Freud, and Napoleon, but my survival as a one-year-old of the 1944 Warsaw Uprising and the ensuing destruction of the city by German troops does nothing to destroy the hypothesis. My parents were actually very courageous to conceive me in that hell, where my father served in the underground army (Armia Krajowa) controlled by the Londonbased Polish government-in-exile. In 1946, with Warsaw destroyed, my family moved to the industrial city of Lodz, and my father became involved in setting up a Department of General and Physiological Chemistry at the newly formed Medical University of Lodz. He became its chairman in the early 1950s.Given my father's position, I was exposed to biology and chemistry since my early childhood, and this greatly influenced my professional future. Our rather spacious apartment served as an extension of his laboratory and was usually full of mice. The poor animals were often not so attractive given that part of his research concerned vitamin deficiencies. Laying the white mice out on our black grand piano as a backdrop for photographic documentation didn't necessarily improve...