I count myself as one of millions of Americans whose life simply would not be the same without the libraries that supported my learning.
What kills a person at twenty-five? Leukemia. An accident. But George knows the better odds are that someone who passes at that age dies of unhappiness. Drug overdose. Suicide. Reckless behavior.
The joke was thinking you were ever really in charge of your life. You pressed your oar down into the water to direct the canoe, but it was the current that shot you through the rapids. You just hung...
It wasn't luck or the order of the universe. It was simply what had happened.