The Butterfly Effect…

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The Butterfly Effect
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or how I took a shower instead of a bath.

If I had called heads instead of tails that one day in 1999… I think it was over burgers or tacos… I might be a forensic profiler instead of a whistle blower for the Assad regime.

Without going into detail, my life has been a mess… often self-generated for sure… along with the usual roadblocks life throws in front of everybody.

Despite all of the consequences surrounding choices good and bad, the thought of going taking that left instead of the unknown right, I wouldn’t change much… maybe some unwise fashion choices. If I had had called tails, I might not have become a father… all roads lead to my daughter. The whole challenges and pain hand us lessons? That’s mostly crap. Who wants to become more vigilant on the highway by running into a cow? Actually, that has fed a lot of stories, plus I laughed for days. Okay, who wants to learn that hurting somebody leads to better relationships in the future? Not anyone who feels for others. I don’t learn from my mistakes easily, but they have shaped how life has turned out.

No, I’ll settle for what has come to pass, and what will continue. There’s no way I would abandon the loves of my life, and what blessings have come because I zigged instead of zagged.

By the way, the burner is hot… don’t touch it. Nothing good from that. Actions yet taken can just go into the “what if I actually did pull the legs off of that spider?” file.

Up instead of down…

Dean Moberly

The Butterfly Effect
litebeing chronicles For bloggers and bloggettes – FYI
Onlinebizinfofree The Book the Secret
my writing blog

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