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With a little help

To whoever find this Moleskine I never had kids. I was an only child. It was just me and my Mom and Dad. My Mom died when I was 12 in a car accident. Some jerk was texting on his phone and plowed right into her. She died instantly. I remember the police asked to check his phone to confirm the time of the message. They told my Dad the message he sent was “LOL”. Someone sent him a picture and he wrote “LOL” and it cost me my mother. My dad died three years later from pancreatic cancer. It was both a slow and a fast death and it left me all alone. For years I would walk around after that always wanting to tell people I had lost both my parents. As if it was part of an instruction manual they needed before they got to know me. As if it would explain to them how I worked, or at least why I was the way that I was. Which was a bit of an asshole if I’m honest. My life hasn’t been filled with many Hallmark created moments as a teacher once said. I never took the time to invest in things, or people. And that’s probably why I’m all alone right now. Sick, and alone. Just how I always thought I would end up. I manifested my own ending. Anyway, I figured I’ve been a jerk to all those who may have once cared for me. My ex-wife, Lily for one. Yeah, who knows how I ended up convincing someone to marry me but stranger things have happened. It didn’t last long anyway. She left me, as she should have. And Dan, from work. He was always nice and patient with me. I wore that relationship away too when I accidentally deleted a bunch of clients’ files. That poor guy was always nice to me, and I probably cost him half his business. Anyway, this, this right here is $20,000 from my Savings account. As I don’t have anyone to give it to, and I’ll be damned if the government gets it, I’m sending it out into the universe. I want to try and do some good. So, please, whoever finds this book, in the back is a check. Please, take what you need from it, and then send what’s left and this book back out. Hopefully we can do some good for some people who really need it. Or maybe it’ll just get stolen and used for drugs. But it would be nice to think that this, the only money I’ve managed to save in forty-three years, could go somewhere good. Could help someone. Who knows.