There is life and death, beginning and end, salvation and destruction, and they can all, on occasion, align and blur on the whim of chance. The two greatest people in history never met, but they did, on such a whim, unwittingly share in existence, as he gasped and wheezed in his final hour and she wailed and cried out in her first. Though it cannot be disputed that one saved the world and that the other destroyed it, it is far from clear who played which role.
Flash fiction challenge from terribleminds.com to write a story in three sentences. I think this one got a bit complicated and is more of the opening of a story, rather than a story in itself.