I read this book many years ago. While holding it in hand yesterday, I had to flip through it to recall the story line.
One of my cousins did not have a chance to go for tertiary education, she willed her children to go through university. Unfortunately her youngest did not make it to graduation. It took years for both the mother and son to accept the outcome.
In "A Bend in the Road", a young man hit a town woman by accident but drove home. He could not forgive himself. When he finally decided to leave town, he headed far away to qualify as an emergency doctor to save lives.
I never had a chance to dance or learn to play a musical instrument as a child. Thus my youngest had two years of ballet and nine years of piano. Today her life is filled with music and she loves to sing. Looking at her amazing memory of music and lyrics, it is no wonder she wanted to play multiple instruments. She has had a stand up piano in Silver City. An electrical organ in our present home. Somebody very generous sold an expensive guitar to her at nominal price. She even plays a harmonica. Lately she bought a shofar which was some kind of animal horn after saving for months.
To a small extent, are we not all products of our past experiences or lack there of?
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