The Ripple Effect.

I thought my wife and I were going to sell some books. It was a simple mistake, really. We were just two authors with good intentions; we planned on getting our name out, signing a few copies, and making enough money to buy an ice cream at the end of the day. After all, we had signed up for the Westmoreland Arts & Heritage Festival months ago. We stocked our supply of books in advance. We planned for the event. We even packed our meals, ready for the day. The cooler was waiting. Everything was set. We said a prayer and off we went.

Yeah. We thought we were going to sell some books.