What if your are not really master of your destiny?

I was sitting at home and listening to the news about another fallen soldier.
My husband wanted to re-enlist after his 22 year mark but it would’ve meant being promoted and moving to another city and he would’ve been sent to a unit that would’ve been assigned frequently to hostile territorries. His health also wasn’t the best and I made him hold to his promise to retire when the kids where in High School. I wanted them to have a home before leaving home for college.

Anyhow. I started thinking what it would’ve meant. We’ve had some highs and lows but if he had stayed in, his health probably would’ve been more severe because of all the stress or he may have been hurt or injured.
Us staying lead us to connections we wouldn’t have had today and we would not be where we are now. I can’t say we would’ve been worse for certain but I feel that things would not have turned out so well. Looking back our life sometimes felt like someone tipping dominos over. We made decisions sometimes out of desperation and gambled that things would work out. Luckily it worked. I’m pretty sure things may not have worked out the same if we never had those bad times to push us forward.