If we hadn't stayed for sparring, we wouldn't have left an hour later.
If we hadn't left an hour later, and then decided to grab a dvd from the rental place, we wouldn't have met the woman who had walked there.
If it hadn't been pouring buckets, we wouldn't have thought to ask if she had a ride home.
If we hadn't taken her home when we did, we wouldn't have seen that big bump in the turnout lane.
If we hadn't backed up and stopped, gotten out and looked, we wouldn't have known it was still alive. (It sure looked dead!)
If we hadn't flipped that big-a$$ snapper back over and carried it off the road, it would most definitely have been run over again and killed. Of course, when I say "we," I mean that I flipped it over and then, after it tried to kill me, watched from a safe distance as MuNKi braved life and limb to carry it off the road. ^_^
The moral of this story is twofold:
♦ life is a series of choices that all have an impact on something
♦ sparring saves lives. ^_^