“I began to whisper my prayers and thought of my mom ’ s worries. “ Grandma, ” I leaned on my elbow. “ Do you think the H - bombs are going to blow up the world, and we ’ ll all vanish like the Comanches did in the tornado? ” Grandma pinched her lips, reflecting. “ No, Steven, no great war. A man once said that war is bound to happen … as long as you believe it is bound to happen. Once you believe it is not bound to happen, it does not have to be. You decide. What do you believe? ” “ That there won ’ t be an H - bomb war. ” “ That kind of hope is what ’ s kept mankind alive for a long time. Keep that hope. Maybe other people will join you.”