If you didn't have a choice, you have to make a choice. If you didn't have options, you made some. You couldn't just let the world happen to you.

What is destiny—a mechanical fact, a theoretical possibility, a concept, a superstition, a mere word? Ian McCullough was inclined to think one or another of these depending upon his mood. Destiny, the seemingly benign verso of fate.

Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.

I didn't know what to do or say, so I just sat as quietly as he did. The silence got so big and real that it felt like three people sat on the porch.

Written By Sherman Alexie

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