In a North African village, a wise old man meditating the future of his community. His children were now grandparents, and they were delegating inheritances, participation, and leadership in their community, to their children in life. In this way, he sought to leave his community before departing for other worlds.

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While he was meditating, a baseball came flying across the space above his head from a nearby sports field belonging to some foreign settlers. The ball struck his head, knocking him to the ground, completely unconscious. Many people came to the aid of the old man, and other athletes searched for the missing ball without finding it.

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The old man spent months unconscious, feeding only on water and solar energy. During those months, the entire community grew with people coming from other towns to experience the flying ball.
Every month on a specific date, the flying ball would appear in the town, floating above the crowds that awaited it in hopes of another miracle. They say it would enter a place near a person without ambition, humble, and without bad intentions, glow from within, and allow themselves to be grasped by the "Chosen One." Upon holding it, they would fall into a deep sleep for about 24 hours, seeing their final hours of life. Whether old, young, rich, or poor, they would see what they had achieved, what they should have, how bad they had been, the good deeds they had done. In this way, upon returning from that 24-hour journey with that flying ball, they would have exactly 24 more hours to correct and thus transform their life and that of their community.
When the flying ball was touched by the chosen one, it disappeared only to reappear the following month. In this way, the town was transformed, laws were changed to be more just and humane, many commercial deals were based on win-win, crime was disappearing, and everyone worked for the common good.

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On one occasion, the old man stopped breathing, his heart stopped, and the flying ball lay next to him inside a strange glove, but this is future history for another publication.

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