The first of two bases-clearing events occurred for me in May of 1988 when I read the novel Watchers, by Dean Koontz.
Initially it might not be fully apparent just how thoroughly the changes have been wrought, but as months melt into years, and years coalesce into decades, time provides us with the perspective to spot the fulcrum moments in our lives, and we’re able to see exactly where the levers of choice or chance either bunted us ever-so-gently down the third-base line, or swatted us clear out of the park. Every once in a while, a work of fiction comes along at precisely the right moment to change your life.
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