The books you read as a kid never leave you.  I read and re-read Lloyd Alexander’s Chroncles of Prydain.  I still find them in my kids’ rooms and read them over, mostly books four and five.

There’s a critical scene in book five when a small group turns away what was supposed to be an unstoppable army.   In a sad moment, a dying man notes that they were “the twig that turned the flood.”

Sometimes I feel like I’m Kevin Bacon in Animal House getting trampled.  Some days though, some magical days, I’m standing at a river that I’ve managed to turn with a small twig.