Once, I watered some flowers in a wooden bucket on the patio. I watched as the water came out of the bottom of the bucket and began to accumulate and then migrate along a path across the concrete - flowing downhill. It made me wonder if life isn’t like that.
We think that we make decisions about everything from what we will have for breakfast to who to m…
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