About Me
An everyday Joe given a second chance at life. I lost the use of my legs awhile back and had been confined to a wheelchair. But I didn't let that stop me, no sir, Even while making ends meet by working as regional collections supervisor for a box company I began planning a trip to Austrailia to take part in a walkabout. Unfortunately when I arrived in Austrailia the man in charge of the even informed me that due to insurance and "safety" issues, I would not be allowed to go along. This of course was devastating news to me considering how much I was looking forward to this "spiritual journey". But fate was shining down on me and as luck would have it, I didn't end up going home empty handed. While heading home, my flight ran into some mysterious weather conditions which managed to somehow knock us severley off course. The plane suddenly begin ripping apart in mid-air and the flight went crashing to the ground. We landed on a mysterious island, with only 48 survivors. I myself awoke to find that somehow, some way, I was now able to walk again, having regained the use of my legs. So now, using my new found gift given to me by the island, I set out to help the survivors who need it most. Most recently I have begun to be consumed by trying to follow what the island is telling me, go where it leads, which isn't always clear. This unclearness has resulted in the unfortunate death of my dear friend Boone as while trying to follow what I believed to be the islands instructions, Boone was severly hurt while going on a mission I could not do myself due to the sudden lose of my legs once again ( I tell you, if I didn't know any better, I'd say the island is just messing with me) Boone didn't make it and now our dear doctor Jack believes I murdered him, which isn't true. But I've got bigger things to worry about now as a light has come on inside the window of the hatch......the island speaks to me, tells me what to do and I listen.
