As my father-in-law used to say, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but providence, fate, chance, of which God is the sole ruler (certainly it is not humankind, for we have not yet made sense of Quantum Mechanics or why the Robin sings) has, yes, turned that statement into the truth. I want to sing therefore, the praises of God’s munificence to me and Loretta despite the two great sorrows that visited us. People say one such is worse than the death of a beloved parent.
And then came the recovery. It took years. But as only He who made that healing heart could do it, we received not silver spoons but days of joy as our third son married a veritable princess. Soon came a granddaughter, lovely to contemplate, and we gloried in our only son’s march through the corporate world of finance into a daring entrepreneurship. That’s it—I rest my case that providence is the best name for fate.