The end of the year is coming near and it is common practice to take a look back and make a retrospective of what happened.
I am not going to do that. Many publications will take care of it. I will leave it to them especially as for the most part, unlike me, they have more experience from doing it year after year.
Instead, I will just share with you a small tale with two endings showing how much and how little change some small things can bring:
On January 13, 1917, a boy was crossing the street. He was eleven years old, and he was going with his mother to see his father who had just returned from Europe. He knew his father was missing his left arm, but the boy didn’t care. He would hug the man enough for the two of them.
His mother looked both ways, holding his hand tightly. A moment later, an out-of-control automobile careened through the intersection. It passed close to the boy and his mother, nearly killing them. Despite the scare, life went on. History continued.
His mother had bought a gift for the boy’s father, and was carrying it with her. The boy ran ahead excitedly. A moment later, an out-of-control automobile struck the boy, killing him instantly. His father and mother mourned him, but life went on. History continued.
— Anonymous