1 That Rain Years Ago

Hei, my name is Grayson Asley. I know my intro is weird a little, this is my first time doing this for my entire life. I have read a million book that has pro intro, but this is mine so I want it to be original and so on this story will come.

Before I go to the story, I have a background why this story finally here.

I forgot the day and what year is that. All I remember is that day was rain night, sky full with lighting that race on each other and flashing like a bliss of giant camera. And I am on the traffic way to home, and I stuck for 2 hours because the chaos caused by that storm.

Finally I am home, tired as hell and wet. No one home and no food to eat even some leftover in fridge. No fast food restaurant agree to send delivery because of the weather and I can blame no one. And just a moment of that, friend of mine send me a random email, he ask me if I want to share my biographic story for him to write down as a book or something.

I was though that he just joking around. I don't know much about this guy, basically he was my friend friend's back there. I know that he was an author and book writer but, why me? I am just 23 young man back there. Nothing special about me. I am not a hero that save our nation, none a celebrity or billion dollar maker. I am just an ordinary boy who work as junior high math teacher. There is no reason for anyone to write down my ordinary story, I tough that he was drunk to ask me that my none profit story to him. So I reply with formal apologize to him and a minute after he call me

That was an awkward conversation. He want me to say yes for my biography but I am still on my first though and denied.

That nothing happen after that. I am back on my everyday routine and the writer never make a contact with me again. Nothing change from me from that period, I just have a little habit to read down a big book stuff about famous people. I am just curios what they have faced, what make it so big that worth for people to write, read, and remember from their experience. And as my expect there are big complicated heart touching tragedy in each famous people life before they got into their hell of fame.

I read down so many book and I though a lot. All famous people that world worth to know are same with me from their begin. They just a human, they make a mistake. But they make mistakes a lot more than me.

For years, I enjoy my new hobby and that thing become my habit

Until one day, I heard a news that the writer who ask me to write my biography was died. He has cancer and can't be cured. For all random things that come to my life, my appreciate goes to him because of his sudden biography request, finally I discover things I cannot faced in my life but people do in their life trough the biography story

And I end up coming to his house and say thanks to him in his coffin. Everyone seem so gloomy, all dressed black, and wreaths everywhere. This is sick, enough to tell that the writer was a good man back time when he was alive.

I just want to say thanks and go, but another stranger impede me and ask me to stay a little longer. Well, it's mourning condition and he ask me politely. So why not I am staying a little longer on this sad and uncomfortable situation?

then I stay with a half of my heart

People come and go from the writer house and I nibble a little bit why am I stay here? from a bunch of people that comes and go, I know no one.

So I decided to go without farewell pep talk to the writer family.

For god saken in that moment I just step my feet from the chair, the man who ask me to stay a little longer, come to me and give me an envelope and leave me speechless

I don't know what thing inside this envelope and the man leave me no clue. I just want to ask the man if he was recognize a wrong person and the envelope is not belong to me, but that man already disappear

I back home and confuse on my dining chair. I don't know who the man is neither the thing on this envelope. So, with a little hurry, I open that paper

It was a letter

The writer name was there and also my name

Another random massage from the writer

For the first time, I am struggle to read that massage because the writer hand write was worse that anybody that I knew.

The massage point was the writer want me to move on

The question is move on from what?

It seem like he know me for long time, but he isn't. We just meet once and for short time and not that close.

And I am not in special relationship or in past memories that cannot be lost with any girl.

So the hell non sense the writer talking about? Kinda like he knows me better than myself and its offended me a little.

Well, whatever.

After that non sense letter, I am doing just fine and I jump into my hobby a bit too deep. I read almost every time and everywhere and its inspire me. Why don't I write my own biography?

Although I am just an ordinary guy who not receive any nobels yet, not a celebrity, not a multi billion dollar man, not involve in any military job or each. I am just leading by my desire to inspire people trough my ordinary life. This is my decision, and if my decision was wrong and this gonna be my mistakes, why not? All great people make mistakes when they just begin and why I am not try to make myself great by doing mistake? It can be my beginning of great life. Well, sometimes tame by rules could be so bored.