The Story of Me
The Abridged “Cliff Notes” Version

Enter, stage right.

There’s not much to tell, really—so I’ll be brief. Mine was an ordinary life, though it held its share of memorable moments. I was born with a quick mind, clever in ways that set me apart. But I can’t say I ever fully applied myself; that potential, while present, went largely unexplored.

I’ve fallen in love, and out again—once, twice, perhaps three times. And now, later in life, I find myself in love once more, differently perhaps, but no less deeply.

I led a quiet life. I was never famous. I never became outrageously wealthy. I didn’t do anything that the world might call exceptional. But I raised children who grew up to be fine people. They are strong, capable, and chasing dreams that I once only imagined. I’m proud of them—and grateful that they’re not like me in the ways that matter most.

I helped others when I could. I tried to live by the idea of paying it forward, in hopes that when my own time comes, that kindness might circle back in some small way.

Of course, I’ve made mistakes. I’ve rubbed some people the wrong way, spoken when I should have listened, withdrawn when I should have reached out. I hope, if they remember me at all, they’ll remember more of the good than the bad—and maybe forgive the rest before I make my final exit from starship Earth.

So that’s the story of me: a long life by years, light on accolades, but rich in quiet joys and warm memories. And that, I think, is more than enough.

Exit, stage left.

Vic Evora 08-26-2015