A person's life is like a collection of tiny drifting stones. We are not its masters. Instead, we are swept along by unseen winds and waves. Wherever we come to rest becomes the environment we live in. In the end, we either survive there smoothly or stumble toward destruction. Whether times are good or bad, they all make up the entirety of a person's life.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
