What the Hey

One could fill afternoons hupothesizing coincindental happenings in an individual's life and no matter the season, be it spring, summer or fall or a bitterly cold week in March while living in Minnesota. The air isso frigid that upon leaving shelter one's breath is either exhilirating or frightening. Are these happenings coincidence. Calculated wisdom or mere happenstance choices? There are consequenses to every choice that sets history in to motion. At what point in our lives do we as people act on our emotions to either be selfless and giving or exploding with anger. As many times as cells are regrown as ever changing as a river flows, do our lives cease to exist and thus stop the hypotheses for that indivdidual.
As she drove up to the plain white vuilding once a funeral home renovated into a daycare preschool, she was sad to remember the week before. Her last week across town at the blue building. She had worked there after her youngest son was born. Employed as an aide to help with toddlers ages 13 months to 31 months. Twenty years older than the lead teacher in this room she consented to be lead teacher upon the director's pleading. The younger gal was moving away to a bigger city and furture plans of marriage. Upon surrender two years and many families and friendships and changes in class size and numerous aides it was time to take a break and work with a different age group. Although a much need rest for her herniated disk in lower back this was just the beginning of another two years of question. A hypothesis indeed.