My wife Elizabeth tells an amusing story from when she was a child. She was in a grocery store with her mother, named Beverly, and when they got to checkout with their groceries there was a bit of a misunderstanding. The woman checking them out was also named Beverly, and this was confusing to Elizabeth. Until that point in time, she had believed that every person had a unique name and that they were the only ones that were allowed to have that name. Her mother later let her know that it was okay for more than one person in the world to have the same name as her.