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It was just like my mother said. Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour, could make all the difference. So much hanging on just these things, tiny increments that could build a life. Like words build a story, and what had Ted said? One word can change the entire world.
Hey, Dexter had said that first day. That was one word. If I had talked one minute longer with Don in his office, Dexter might have already been called in and gone when I came out. If my mother and I had waited maybe another hour, Don might not have been at the dealership the day we went shopping for a new car. And if Jennifer Anne hadn't needed that oil change on that particular day of that particular week, maybe she wouldn't have have ever looked over a Jiffy Lube counter and seen Chris at all. But something, somehow, had made all these paths converge. You couldn't find it on a checklist, or work it into the equation. It just happened.
This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen.
My favorite book, so I thought I'd share. =)
More later,
Jame-o