It’s the little things in life that turn out to be the big things. By that I mean — as the cliche goes — what breaks the camel’s back is usually a mere straw.
I remember realizing one day that I would move back to Los Angeles when I was driving up into the Hollywood Hills after a rain, and smelled the Eucalyptus trees. I realized I was going to move back there. It just hit me.
I realized one day that I was finally going to escape from a bad relationship when my girlfriend made a very unusual but weirdly insignificant demand of me that she claimed would “fix” the entire relationship. Later I was sitting out on the porch watching the sunset and it hit me — I had to get out.
And in Afghanistan, what do we make of a leaflet drop killing a young Afghan girl?