once upon a time there lived a man. just an ordinary man. he lived. that was what he did... until one day, he realised he had the potential to do something bigger. something greater with his existence. so he went away and made a plan. he talked to a few close friends and family members about his plan, but keeping the overall greater goal to himself, because although he trusted those with whom he had spoke. he knew that no amount of trust could allow him to part with the the key ingredient in his life plan; his friends agreed. as did the family members. he was on a roll... but as previously mentioned, up until this point in his life, the man had only been living, so he had no funds to 'set the ball rolling'. so he went to the bank to request a loan. this was where he hit the snag, although he trusted the family and friends, he did not trust the banker. after all. everyone knows bankers are shady characters... walking around with their hair slicked back and there feet on the ground, one foot after another. no the man knew not to trust the banker. so he didn't tell him the plan. subsequently, the banker saw no reason to give the man money so refused the loan. the man trotted off back to his house with a little dampener on his little heart. he knew this what what he was meant to do with his life, and he knew it was task only he could fulfil, but without the funds he could see no future in it. the man sat in his chair one night thinking of ways to raise capital in order to carry on with his plan. he had no idea, all he could think about was the plan.....
years past, and the man had become a recluse, only opening the door on saturday evenings in the period between 6.21 and 6.34 p.m. the man would stand in the door looking off into the distance, never taking his eye off the same spot. the door would close and it would be 7 days before he would open the door. slowly a settlement formed in the areas around the man, and the house that the man had occupied for an undefined amount or time. settlements became villages, villages towns, towns became cities. the world around him had moved on, all the while the man still obsessing on his plan. his friends and family had long gone, he was alone. always looking at the same spot in the distance ever saturday evening.
february 9th. there is a knock on the door. the man does not answer. a letter is posted through the letterbox. the man makes no effort to pick it up, almost unaware that any abnormality had taken place. he man finally reaches for the envelope, struggles to tear on end to reveal the contents inside. the man drops to his knees. he opens the door and as a gentle tear rolls down his cheek. the answer to the decades of torment had been given to him. for no apparent reason, a small amount of money was pushed through the letterbox in the envelope. the man began to work. he worked all day and all night. he barely slept. he was excited. he felt in his youth again! finally his wait would be over. finally his name would be echoed in eternity. the days passed and the man carried on working. the man was complete. his hard work payed off. years of wait whittled down to this moment.
and so began the greatest story ever told.......
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