My father chose my name. He claimed it came to him in a dream. He made the mistake, however, of naming me Karcel at birth. My mother hated the name and always refuted that she “had no car to sell.” At six months old, Karcel was crossed out on my birth certificate and my real full name that I use to this day was written above it. The original name is still popular among my cousins and extended family.
This Journey Is My Own 
Karcel is a very cool name. Interesting and unique. Our names can leave little traces of us behind when we leave.
My parents changed the spelling of my name, after the fact too. My name is spelled unusual, and it was meant to be even more unusual before my parents came (somewhat) to their senses.