100 Years Project Anthology

O’Connell Street after Daniel O’Connell, who has argued for Catholic
equality in Ireland. Anyway, I’d better not get into that.
Through my knowledge of history I knew the schedule of that
day off by heart. I rushed to my first location. And then my second,
and the third. I was already saving people. It felt good to give people
a future. The next location I had to get to was St. Stephen’s Green. I
arrived in a sweat. I was exhausted. I have to keep going, I thought.
And that was when I was shot. I don’t know who it was or where
they were. I stumbled backwards into a dank alleyway. A searing hot
pain started in my leg. I clutched the wound, wincing. I cursed under
my breath. This would affect my schedule. Actually, this could cause
my mission here to fail. Although I had saved some lives, I hadn’t
saved all of them. I had set my mind on fixing every single thing in
the past. I moved my leg and the pain flared up and I cried out. If I
could barely move my leg, then my mission is doomed. I started to
cry – I don’t know why. I just did. And as I did, I thought about all of
the families that would lose loved ones, and how their futures would
be affected. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. What if my actions
were having negative consequences? What if saving these people’s
lives was actually dooming others? I pondered this.
And then I came to a conclusion. Saving these people could
affect the future of Ireland, even the future of the world! I was
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