WDW440

Why hello there. I see you have found my account information. Well, is it everything you thought it would be? I mean, your not done  reading yet, so you can't really judge yet.  Of course you can, but will you? Are you one of those people who judge another person only after reading the first section of their profile?

This reminds me of the day I met that strange man. This man wasn't your ordinary strange, he was something else. I never saw his whole face, and when I could have gotten a glimpse part of it, I saw nothing. Not that he didn't have a face, but there was simply nothing to note, nothing unique, nothing different. A unmemorable memory, if you would.  

When I first met this strange person, my forefront thoughts were of his appearance, or lack thereof. After a confusing conversation his sister, he gave this book. I have it right here. When I first opened it, I could not read his handwriting, but I could sense the importance of it.  At the time, I did not know why I kept the book, yet, I felt the strongest desire to never give it up. If that man had this strange feeling as well, then he must have been the strongest man in the world.

After I made it home, I locked the doors as well as the windows and started my reading. I spent hours at a time just pouring through that wonderful book. Oh, how I wish I could have gone back to those days and found the code a few days earlier, maybe then all that followed could have been avoided.

But I am getting sidetracked. This is my profile, not my history. You did not come to hear me speak, you came to see what I have to say.