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Hitler and his Dog

Hitler loved his dog. Not possible – the love part, right? Wrong. Apparently he was quite fond of this animal. And he shot it just before he committed suicide with Eva. He knew what might happen to his dog if it was still alive when he got captured, so he killed his pet. Eva alsoContinue reading “Hitler and his Dog”

Wait A Minute! Why Does Fate Get To Author My Life?

So. What do we do when we realize or become aware of this internal force that’s been driving us our entire lives? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Do I follow this impulse, this movement inside me, or do I pull up on the reins and say, “Whoa there. Let me just think on this for aContinue reading “Wait A Minute! Why Does Fate Get To Author My Life?”