My world is ruled by the study of history and statistics. This is both a curse and a blessing. It is a blessing, because I have a strong foundation rooted in the history of this country and I take the information gained from the past to help me make decisions about the future. The curse comes when I can see the same paths being taken, because I’ve seen it happen before, and I know how that path will end.
Twice this week, I came to the realization that the past was repeating itself, and neither of the events I was reminded of ended well. What follows is the first of those realizations.