Destination: Unknown

Once upon a time, Hitler was a baby. His mother probably passed him around to friends and relatives, who would coo at him and tickle him and exclaim over his giggles. Then he got older. He was a toddler and a little boy who got excited about showing off his toys. The same is true about men like Gordon B. Hinckley and Abraham Lincoln.

I've thought about this before, but the concept struck me with a little more force yesterday after I spent some time with my cousin's little boys. You really can't look at a baby and know where he is going to end up. For me, I can't very well imagine either of my cousin's sons to end up as Hitler or Hinckley, but I can see them as ordinary young men- nice guys who try to do good. Then again, I doubt Lincoln's relatives imagined he would end up president of the United States when he was a toddler.

Blog Apologies

In a book I read recently, the narrator says something about how she used to visit blogs a lot, then stopped because they were all mostly apologies for not updating more frequently. I have never done that on this blog. Then again, I don't exactly have a large audience to apologize to. But none of the blogs I look at spend much time apologizing, either. So who has the stranger blog experience- me or the narrator in the book I read?