Decisions, decisions

I've been thinking about decisions. It's amazing how seemingly innocuous decisions have shaped my life. For example, I almost transferred to Francis Marion University in the midst of my 5.5 year hiatus from Clemson. I didn't transfer though, and my life is profoundly different because of that decision; for example, I never would've met the M.R.S. had I transferred. Also, my relationship with my then 2-year-old son would probably be in much worse shape. I wonder where I'd be if I'd taken my then-advisor's recommendation to get out of mechanical engineering because I didn't like it. I wonder where I'd be if I'd followed one of my teacher's suggestions to apply to faraway schools like MIT and Stanford. Where would I be if I'd never picked up that one Plain Truth magazine that I found somewhere at my Grandma's when I was a teen? How would I be different if I hadn't made the conscious decision to "dumb down" in high school & college? What if I hadn't taken the initiative to call up this little green-eyed beauty I'd spotted at my job? (So what if we hadn't met and I had to do some detective work and find out her name and do some more detective work to get her phone number and then had to distinguish myself from the other Joes at the job since she had no clue who I was?) What if I hadn't drank those beers at the Homecoming dance my Junior year at Clio High? Or what if I'd gotten sick after that first time? Hmmm... What decision did I make today that's still going to be reverberating in my life in 5-10 years? I guess I'll know in five years.