The first time Andy had that unidentified feeling, he panicked. He had gone with Roberto to see a very important football match and his team lost two to one. He was 13 years old. On his way back home, he thought it possible that the result might have been different, had he and Roberto not gone to the stadium. Andy knew that by going there, he had slightly altered the fate. Since that day, he started to go about life much more carefully.
This process can be explained rather simply: that time Roberto and Andy went to the stadium, they must have interacted with many people, directly or indirectly. By occupying a parking spot of the stadium, they caused another car to have to find another parking spot. Perhaps, that driver in the other car caused a jam, while looking for a new spot, encountered the bus bringing Andy’s team and prevented them from entering the stadium for a while. That delay may have altered the center forward’s mood, who, an hour later, missed a penalty which could have saved their fate and caused the team to be the champion that season. It could have happened that way.
That looming probability is what creates uncertainty and sorrow in our lives. That dreadful feeling of having affected our own fate in a negative way daunts us constantly. But that tortuous feeling does not necessarily end there, since the misfortunes we might cause might not only extend to our own lives or intimate circles. It is possible that, perhaps, when calling a wrong number in France, we might be saving that person from dying in an accident, or causing their death in the bathtub. It is, then, best not use phones altogether. Or perhaps, the best thing is to do nothing at all.