WORTH 50,000: DAY SEVEN - Responsibility

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A hundred years ago today a boy was born in French Algeria. Destiny stamped him, as it stamps all boys, and if you could shuttle back and forth through time you could see him slowly peeling that stamp away. Every one of his tremulous breaths would whisper a tiny amount of the stain gone. It's all rather more dramatic at the end. It's always more dramatic at the end. But that's the funny thing about destiny. It's just as much about consciously becoming anything other than what you should be as it is about rolling over and accepting life. When you're born into the world your end is also born into it, you just have to decide how much responsibility you can take for it.