Thursday, March 26, 2015
There are 3 million moving parts in a Boeing 777. Three million little (or not so little) things that you don't control.
Who's your daddy?
There are thousands of food processing plants in your country, with several hundred thousand employees working night and day to ensure that there's food on your table tonight.
Come give momma some sugar...
He edged slightly forward, every muscle straining. Unconsciously, he held his breath. It was time to add to his own burden while laying down that of another.
Under his foot a dry leaf cracked, and that was all it took. The chance was gone, and it would likely be a few days before another came. His stomach rumbled and he closed his eyes.
And he prayed. Prayed for a blessing, a gift from the heavens... anything that would ease the endless suffering.