Dowsen Saad was a man that was cursed by the hand of fate since he was born. As a child he had experienced some of the most horrible and unusual accidents. The day that he was born the doctor in the hospital held him but for whatever reason Dowsen slipped through the hands of the doctor and fell on the floor smashing his head. Blood immediately flowed out of his nose and ears. Dowsen was rushed for x rays and to the amazement of his family and the doctors there was nothing wrong with him. He was kept under observation for several days to make sure that no bleeding or other symptoms would develop. None did and Dowsen and his mother were free to leave the hospital.
Six months later the Saad family was relaxing on there acreage and a storm was in the vicinity. They paid little attention to it as they had been through many storms in the past, but this storm would turn out to be like no other. The winds picked up to a nasty clip and the clouds grew darker and more fierce. Little hailstones started to pound the soil. Still, the family paid no attention to the storm and merely headed back into the house and turned on the television. The wind battered the trees against the house and seconds later they heard a sound that was like someone had put a vaccum cleaner in their ear. Dowsen started to scream and seconds later the roof of the house was torn off and he was sucked up into the tornado and was thrown over 200 feet, hit the ground and bounced into a ditch. He was found a day later with a family of coyotes watching over him. His injuries were only a couple of minor scrapes and bruises. His parents were not so fortunate as both of them were found dead in the wreckage of the tornado.
Dowsen was too young to know what had happened. He was put up for adoption and was quickly snapped up by another family who was extremely wealthy. But within a year the bad luck continued. Dowsen had just learned how to walk and was stumbling around in the kitchen and walked near the stairs that led to the basement. His adoption parents had forgot to put up the safety fence before the stairs. Dowsen thought he could make the first step. As he took that step his leg would not reach and he somersaulted down the stairs. His mother screamed as he lay at the bottom of the staircase. Seconds later he stood up and gurgled with laughter; his mother was relieved.
That night as Dowsen slept silently the invisible hand of fate appeared in his room with scissors and cut the strings of life from him. He was no longer a puppet of fate and died in his sleep.