Not Quite 50/50 by Mingo Cord
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] The students were tasked to craft a story about a coin toss—the simple gamble of Heads or Tails. MINGO…deploys a fictitious walk to school to dispel the belief that a coin toss is a 50/50 proposition. Not Quite 50/50 There I was, at the crossroad between me, my brother, and five dollars. And the fate of the money was all up to a coin toss. Allow me to start from the beginning. It was a relatively gloomy school morning. I must have been in eighth grade, my brother in sixth grade. Along with my dad who always walked us to school, we were making haste toward the school. When the time came to cross the street, the pedestrian signal (the walking man) illuminated a bright white in the gray day, and I grabbed my dad’s hand and began to cross the street. That was a rule of his. Whenever crossing the street, you first check if the walking man is up, then, look both ways, stay inside the crosswalk, and hold his hand. This never irked me. My dad, as an auto-accident lawyer, had seen a lot of things in his work, and he knew best. My brother, on the other hand, was more of a rebel, and despite my dad’s plead, he did not hold his hand. Instead, my brother decided to stay as far away from my dad as possible. Now that I am reminiscing about the circumstance, I believe they had gotten into a fight the previous day. So my brother opted to be a...
