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A man was walking down the street, looking up at the blue sky, looking down at the beautiful flowers and looking around at the people walking past him at speeds ten times faster then him. This man was in no hurry to get anywhere. He was not worrying about what appointments he had to get to, or where he had to drive his kids too. This random man in a crowd of thousands had no kids, and had just been laid off from his job two weeks earlier. He wasn’t wearing a suit like most everyone else in the crowd; he was in shorts and a t-shirt. It was the summer and he wanted to be comfortable, and of course try to prevent the sweating from his underarms. No matter how much deodorant he would use, as long as he was in a suit, he would sweat and sweat and sweat. But enough about that, you are probably wondering why this man is so important, if he has no kids, no job and what seems to be no cares in the world. Well, this man goes by the name of Thomas Johns, sometimes other names also, but it would take up the whole book to list all of the other ones. Think to yourself if you have heard the name Thomas Johns before, and I am thinking you have not. But hopefully, as soon as you finish reading this story, you will never forget the name: Thomas Johns.
You see Thomas Johns was born late in the afternoon back in 1962. 4:22 PM to be exact. His parent’s names were Ethel and Mirnstadt, definitely not names you would hear everyday, but hey, they were his parent’s names and he dealt with them. On this day, July 12, 1962, when Ethel gave birth to Thomas, the sun was shining and birds were chirping.
Thomas lived his childhood in a pale blue house located on Main Street in Wordan, a town of simply 824, where of course everyone knew your name. Eventually, however, his father, because of his job, was transferred to the big city. Yes, the John’s were forced to move across the street to a town called Mordan, which had a population of 10,000. If you are a little confused by me saying that the John’s were forced to move to a big city, and then say that certain city has a population of 10,000, well then, let me explain. When you live in a city of 824, where everyone knows your name, moving to a town where only a few people know your name is a big change, and to some, it can feel like the big city.
For most of Thomas’s life, he attended a private school. It wasn’t a religious private school or anything; his folks just believed his son would receive a better education there.
Thomas finally went to public school when he was fourteen and entering high school. He shot up, or should I say down, to the bottom of his class in just a semester, and struggled to hang onto that title until the day he graduated. School wasn’t Thomas’s strength, but the teachers loved him and so did all of his friends. Thomas wasn’t Mr. Popular or anything, but he did have a good amount of friends, including this one girl. This is the girl he met second semester of freshman year. Her name was Melissa and he got weak in the knees every time he saw her. Finally, on the last day of school, after a whole semester of chickening out, he asked her out. Luckily for him, she said yes. They were connected at the hip the whole summer, doing everything. Once school came around, they did their best to take all of the same classes and have the same lunch period. As Thomas was quoted as saying, “I am in love with my sweetheart.”
