Fandango’s Provocative Question #44

FPQWelcome once again to Fandango’s Provocative Question. Each week I will pose what I think is a provocative question for your consideration. By provocative, I don’t mean a question that will cause annoyance or anger. Nor do I mean a question intended to arouse sexual desire or interest.

What I do mean is a question that is likely to get you to think, to be creative, and to provoke a response. Hopefully a positive response.

You’re probably familiar with this quote from philosopher, essayist, poet, and novelist, George Santayana, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.“ In a 1948 speech to the House of Commons, Winston Churchill changed the quote slightly when he said, “Those who fail to learn from history are condemned to repeat it.“

So, speaking about what you remember about the past or have learned from history, how would you answer this question:

What do you think was (or is) the most significant event in the history of the human race? Please explain.

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FFfAW — Windmill Restoration

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As the crowd gathered behind the temporary fences, the two workers double-checked the electrical connections hidden in the bushes at the base of the windmill. Everything was looking good.

Originally built in 1903 to pump water to irrigate the city’s park, electric water pumps eventually replaced the need for the windmill and it fell into disrepair. Ultimately, the mill was in such a state of ruin that the city condemned it and ordered it to be torn down.

But then the city’s Historical Preservation Society received a two million dollar anonymous donation specifically earmarked for the historic windmill’s restoration.

This was finally the day that the mill was scheduled to go back into operation. The mayor and other dignitaries and distinguished guests were in attendance, along with dozens of the city’s residents, including my daughter and me.

When the power was switched on and the giant windmill’s four large sails began to slowly rotate, a loud cheer rang out.

“It’s magnificent, Daddy,” my daughter said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

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Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Fandango. Oh, that’s me!