I thought that there would never be a day when the obnoxious sneezing-sound of Jack Lily no longer rang in my ears, or when I had forgotten what it was like to own my personal, private, drooling stalker, my other shadow who was painfully real and stunningly alive.

At the time, I thought that, when the two above conditions came to terms, my former life would be dead and gone forever, and that I would never regain my previous wonderful knowledge; I assumed that with the passing, all hope of my life would be lost.  However, by some terrible idea of destiny, I was thrown a life preserver in the thrashing sea and pulled to shore by some mysterious twist of the wrist of fate.  I was not gobbled by the sea, but saved by some salvation--not the divine salvation, for I had already been saved by that--no, I was saved from losing the knowledge of my previous saving.  I was saved from crashing my head onto the rocks that would contract the information from my head, bit by painful bit.  No, someone pulled me up.

Realistically, conservatively, I would like to say that it took many people at the handlebars of fate to keep me in check, pull me into gear.  If they were not there, I may have been left spinning out of control.  One at a time, they generously took the reins, and, as their shift came to a close, remained at the sidelines to cheer me on while the next took their place as my unaware keeper and guardian.  I would like to think that above them all, overseeing it, sat my guardian angel, possibly atop a type of fluffy white cloud.

I may have lost many good memories, but like the best of them, I was able to keep a straight path, at least for now.  There may be a day when I am shaken from my bicycle off into the oblivion and am crushed under the pedals of many others, but today is not that day.  Today is the day that I will persevere as far as I can go, as far as my stamina will take me and even past it, chasing the sunset around the world as my dreams, not the ones created by my subconscious but the ones created by my very heart and soul, come true.  I may take many people with me, but then again, I may take very few people with me.  Every day, I add to the list of people who will embark with me.  I do not know who will embark on your journey with you, and I do not know exactly who will embark on my journey with me.  There are 7.125 billion people in the world right now, so the odds might be about two hundred to approximately 7.125 billion that you will be included in the dreadful, wonderful, miserable, joyful drama of my life and I will be included in yours.  I personally think that those odds are very good.