Sunday, April 27, 2020
It was the year of 1838 in the year of our Lord. It was quite a long time ago. But I remember it well enough. Many have questioned my past. If I had told them my story, they would not have even believed me. I do not even think I would have given credence to myself if I transpired my tale. I cannot keep it hidden, though. So, I will tell you. Please do not console to anyone what I am about to say to you. They are looking for me. But what else is new. Someone has always been trying to capture me. No one should own the curse that I have. But someone must carry the burden. It’s up to ‘IT’ to decide. These memoirs that you have now acquire will tell my story. It is not my beginning; it is not my end, nor is it my middle. It is only an article about my life. However, it does not just tell the story of myself. But of a monster, power, and a war that will never end. Hopefully, when you read this, I will be gone. Please take these lessons to heart. Teach them, have patience and courage. I pray that I have bestowed the right purpose in life for you. It was indeed a hard decision to make. Do not fail me. I have faith in you that you will make the correct decision in this area. You will be a good leader.
Your old teacher and friend,