The Miseries of a Poor Widow Woman Gave Me LIFE
At one time I wrote how the War of 1812 is responsible in part for why I am alive. But I later realized, there was a more pressing story left untold.
It has to do with the tragic sufferings of a poor widow lady. Because she was forced to undergo these, I am alive and move and breathe.
Care to know how? Wonder how suffering can produce anything useful? And, yes, I'd like to think I'm useful...
You just knew it had to be another one of my QuirkyScience productions, didn't you? Far be it from me to disappoint you.
Image Credit » https://pixabay.com/en/golf-course-glen-of-the-downs-1103359/ by Coilin