Tales from Memory

Is there real fate?

30 years ago,

The director of engineering at an industrial plant, whose job is to prosper, whose main salary is hundreds of thousands of baht, bought a house in a large, beautiful village, and a man who likes to play with guns, test accuracy, airsoft is a test gun.

Baby dog ferret trash in front of his house, he looked down from the second floor, shone a gun down in the middle of his back, not dead, but the ball cut the back nerve, causing the back leg to move. People who saw each other to take him to treatment had to operate, but in those days, the animal treatment was only a small clinic, unable to operate, and finally not dissected, but healed the wound.

The baby dog tried to walk with her front legs, but had to drag her bottom to the ground until it was a foul wound, tormented for years, giving her last cry before losing her heart.

The abuser lived a good, happy life after 10 years of not seeing each other, went back to the same place again, found that he was in a wheelchair, the house was dilapidated, there was no room left, and the life was difficult.

All don't know if it's caused by living or causality that makes it this way.