I’ve been kicking around this story forever. Here is the beginning:
“William Jennings Bryan once said, ‘Destiny is not a matter of chance, but a matter of choice.’ What if it’s both?
I don’t know much about William Jennings Bryan other than he used to be the Secretary of State, favored prohibition, and believed Darwin’s theory of evolution should be banned from schools. Actually, I could care less about him, but it’s the destiny thing that sticks with me.
If you have a chance to change your destiny, isn’t it a choice to take that chance. How many people really get a chance? I think for a chosen few in this world, there is a moment where a revelation takes place that alters their lives that instant and gives them a chance to change their destiny.
You can call it fate, you can call it divine intervention, you can call it whatever you want. The chance can come in many forms: reading a book, driving to work, getting into a fight, whatever. Mine came in the form of Uncle Sam. All he did was spell it out for me.”
Much of this story is written. I’m trying to decide if completion is warranted. Your comments may help. Let me know.