The Butterfly Effect

"There are no random acts. That we are all connected. That we can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind." This means that even the smallest act you do could affect a person in the greatest of ways. The butterfly effect to say the least. Take my life for example.

It was the day of Denham's homecoming game my seventh grade year. I was staying with my grandmother, while my mom, sister, and grandfather went to the game. That day my grandmother wasn't feeling well, so she went and took a nap. When it was time to leave they went in the back to say good bye to her. Once they left I took my laptop, and went into my mom's old room. I was lying on the bed listening to music, when I heard my grandmother call for my grandfather. I thought it was strange at first because she knew he wasn't home, but then I thought it was just a force of habit. So I went to her room to see what she needed. That's when my life turned upside down. When I walked in her room she was surprised that I was there. I told her why I was there, and everything that had happened, but she just couldn't remember. I was so freaked out. I wanted to just go run and hide, but as much as I wanted to, I held it in and tried to remain calm. Then I got the phone and called momma. The whole time I was doing this my grandmother kept saying that she was sorry. Once my mom and grandfather got there, my sister and I went in my mom's old room curled up on the bed together, and cried. This was so scarey. I didn't know what was going on. Mom had called 911, and an ambulance was on it's way. My sister and I went outside. She drove the truck into the yard facing the road, and I stood by it's door. As we waited for the sirens to get close, so we could flag them down, I was shaking, and so was my sister. Once the ambulance got there they took her to the hospital. This was the first of many trips to the hospital that summer. My grandmother had suffer a stroke of sorts.

Now it might be hard for y'all to see how this adds up, so look at it this way. My “small act” was just simply being at the house that night, and being able to call my mom, and get my grandmother to the hospital fast. Who knows what would have happened is I had not been there. We may not have had those next few months with her. I might not have had a chance to say goodbye. For my grandmother passed away that summer from other stuff. My grandmother life and mine are/were connected she taught me a lot of what I know now. She's the one who inspired me to become an author.

So no matter what you do you can affect someone else's life. Something as small as saying “hey” to that kid in the hall might make their day. Or talking to a person who looks sad you just might give them the hope that the entire world isn't out to get them. Just be nice to people could have a major impact of that person. You could be the Captain shooting Eddie in the leg, keep them from going over the edge because it isn't their time.