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current existence, I felt it was time to bring my mom up to speed. I needed to bounce my
thoughts and worries off of someone. I wanted her opinion on what I believed to be true, and what might be the best thing I should do next.
I took a deep breath and started, “I’ve now had a couple of days to think about my predicament. I really don’t believe I’m going back home to my place in the future. If I did, I think somewhere during my life, I would have read about a person who went into the past and came back, especially since it was me. Unless I magically zap back today, someone, somewhere, would have encountered the old me from the future, and told a story to someone about it. You don’t need to worry if that doesn’t seem logical. There’s a lot sloshing around inside my brain. Trust me, it all makes sense. I know I might be grasping at straws, but I just don’t see it happening. My gut tells me I’m here to stay, and I better come up with a plan to deal with it.”
Mom nodded her head in agreement. “Sounds right, I
guess. I know you were careful with what you told me yesterday. I’m thinking you have more to tell me than you let on?
What I’m wondering is what didn’t you say?”
Mom was perceptive if nothing else. She was right, I had been extremely careful with all I had shared with her yesterday.
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I didn’t have the stomach or heart to tell her about the end of my marriage and the wonderful life I’d found with Amy, and I wasn’t ready to share it now. I didn’t have any idea what the long-term ramifications of my being here were going to cause.
Until I could determine a course of action, the best offense was a strong defense, in other words, stay the course.
“Andrew! I see those wheels spinning around in your head.
Spill it!”
“It’s not that easy Mom. You have to realize something…
everything in its proper perspective. If I…we change an event today it might cause horrific consequences in the future. I’m the only one who will be aware of those changes. To everyone else it is how it is. It would be extremely hard to live with myself if somebody I loved suffered because I intervened.
Yesterday morning, at the old farmstead, I seriously considered suicide, rather than face the inexcusable.” I continued even as my mother gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. “Don’t worry; it’s not something I could do—even if I felt it was the best course of action.” I noticed my mother still dissecting me with her eyes.
“Why would that ever be an option,” she said strongly to me. She was more than a little irritated.
“I’ve already lived the next twenty-five years. I know many things, forgotten lots, and stored away much that could be used to completely and disastrously change the future, and not for the better. You want to know and even sadder thought…I still might screw it up anyway, even if I try my best not to. All I can do is hope that I am a better man than I believe myself to be. I may try and leave a little bit of heaven behind me, and end up facing the damnation of hell before me.”
“What are you saying? The world is going to end because
you are here.”
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more technologically advanced than it is right now. We’ve only been touching the cusp of it now.” I reached in my pocket and handed her my phone. I’d showed it to her yesterday as proof of my time traveling claim. As she took it and looked it over, I went on, “let’s say that if by chance this little item would make its way into the hands of the Chinese, then our world will be vastly different from what mine was.”
“I don’t understand what you are implying,” my mother
said to me in all honesty. She hadn’t had the time to think through everything that I had. She also didn’t have the nightmare I dreamt last night. In it, I had succumbed to my desire to garner wealth and sold
thoughts and worries off of someone. I wanted her opinion on what I believed to be true, and what might be the best thing I should do next.
I took a deep breath and started, “I’ve now had a couple of days to think about my predicament. I really don’t believe I’m going back home to my place in the future. If I did, I think somewhere during my life, I would have read about a person who went into the past and came back, especially since it was me. Unless I magically zap back today, someone, somewhere, would have encountered the old me from the future, and told a story to someone about it. You don’t need to worry if that doesn’t seem logical. There’s a lot sloshing around inside my brain. Trust me, it all makes sense. I know I might be grasping at straws, but I just don’t see it happening. My gut tells me I’m here to stay, and I better come up with a plan to deal with it.”
Mom nodded her head in agreement. “Sounds right, I
guess. I know you were careful with what you told me yesterday. I’m thinking you have more to tell me than you let on?
What I’m wondering is what didn’t you say?”
Mom was perceptive if nothing else. She was right, I had been extremely careful with all I had shared with her yesterday.
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I didn’t have the stomach or heart to tell her about the end of my marriage and the wonderful life I’d found with Amy, and I wasn’t ready to share it now. I didn’t have any idea what the long-term ramifications of my being here were going to cause.
Until I could determine a course of action, the best offense was a strong defense, in other words, stay the course.
“Andrew! I see those wheels spinning around in your head.
Spill it!”
“It’s not that easy Mom. You have to realize something…
everything in its proper perspective. If I…we change an event today it might cause horrific consequences in the future. I’m the only one who will be aware of those changes. To everyone else it is how it is. It would be extremely hard to live with myself if somebody I loved suffered because I intervened.
Yesterday morning, at the old farmstead, I seriously considered suicide, rather than face the inexcusable.” I continued even as my mother gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. “Don’t worry; it’s not something I could do—even if I felt it was the best course of action.” I noticed my mother still dissecting me with her eyes.
“Why would that ever be an option,” she said strongly to me. She was more than a little irritated.
“I’ve already lived the next twenty-five years. I know many things, forgotten lots, and stored away much that could be used to completely and disastrously change the future, and not for the better. You want to know and even sadder thought…I still might screw it up anyway, even if I try my best not to. All I can do is hope that I am a better man than I believe myself to be. I may try and leave a little bit of heaven behind me, and end up facing the damnation of hell before me.”
“What are you saying? The world is going to end because
you are here.”
“No.., that’s not what I’m saying. The world of 2010 is far S 52 S
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more technologically advanced than it is right now. We’ve only been touching the cusp of it now.” I reached in my pocket and handed her my phone. I’d showed it to her yesterday as proof of my time traveling claim. As she took it and looked it over, I went on, “let’s say that if by chance this little item would make its way into the hands of the Chinese, then our world will be vastly different from what mine was.”
“I don’t understand what you are implying,” my mother
said to me in all honesty. She hadn’t had the time to think through everything that I had. She also didn’t have the nightmare I dreamt last night. In it, I had succumbed to my desire to garner wealth and sold
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