Wings of Change
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When a tree falls in the forest, it really does make a sound. When an accident happens, it has a seismic effect. What made that tree fall? What caused the accident? Small things make all the difference; just that small breeze that pushes the tree to it's limit can be the product of a single bee flying from its nest. One small decision can create such a drastic accident. Those closest to the victims feel the most pain. But who thinks of how the victim feels? No one. Because no one thinks it will happen to them. It's just not something a normal person thinks about. I didn't think about it and look where it got me; I'm a statistic. I am one in nine. Call it what you want, it doesn't change the fact that I am dead.
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