I heard a story like this when i was younger, it made me think... so here is my rendition of it ... Lets say there was this man. Everyone liked this man. He owned the railroad company and helped build the railroad and still worked for the railroad. He had wanted someone to pass his legacy along to for years, finally as he was getting older, He and His wife were blessed with a son. This man loved his son, he did everything with his son. His son grew up playing at his daddy’s work. Flattening pennies on the tracks. “One day the man asked his son if he wanted to go to the crossing bridge with him and help him switch over the tracks. This was the boy’s favorite thing to do. The crossing bridge was over a large body of water and only one track wide. The only way that the trains coming from either side could get over it is if the worker would change the track. They expected the tracks to be changed and the system had gotten so good, that they slowed instead o
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