I was a senior at North Carolina State University when the 1969 lottery was held, and when my number came up as 105, it seemed inevitable that I would be drafted. I decided, though, that I would live my life just as I had intended before the lottery, and let the chips fall where they would. I got married immediately after graduation, and took a job which required me to move to New Jersey.

Some time in the summer of 1970, I received a notice to report for an induction physical in Raleigh (my home town). Since I was then living in New Jersey, I contacted the draft board and asked if they could move my location for the physical to a town closer to me. They said they would, and I would receive another notice.
In the fall, I received a second call for my induction physical, asking me to report in New Jersey. By now, however, my employer had sent me to graduate school at Cornell, in Ithaca New York. I again contacted the draft board and explained my current living situation, and they again agreed to move the location of the physical. I received a third call to report for the physical in winter of 1971, and did finally have the physical in Syracuse, New York. However, in the course of the physical, it came out that I was on medication for high uric acid levels in my blood, which had led to an attack of kidney stones during my last month at NCSU. I was told I would be recalled for another physical in six months time, so that they could re-test my blood and see if the condition had cleared up.
In the summer of 1972, I received an induction notice, saying that I was classified 1A, and telling me to report. So as a last thought, I called the draft board, and said, "Weren’t you supposed to recall me for a second physical?" After checking their records, they admitted that, yes, I should have been recalled, and that because they had committed a procedural error, I would be reclassified as (I think) I-Y, meaning that I would now go to the bottom of the list, and would only be called if the pool of other available candidates became exhausted. I was stunned – happy, but stunned.
I was never recalled, and have lived in New Jersey for 38 years now, retiring 6 years ago.