Whom it May Concern
To put things simply, I’m going to write a book. My life story actually. But this project is not my idea. I’ve been pressured
by others who believe it’s the only way to cure my ‘severe clinical depression’.
Well, of course I’m depressed! What
the blazes else could I be? The loss of everything I’ve worked and dreamed of my
entire life, the Nelson Institute and Seaview, placed
into the hands of others; well that’s bad enough, but it’s nothing compared to the loss of Lee Crane.
It began as a simple friendship between colleagues,
then grew into a kind of brotherhood, and then…well, I discovered that I loved Lee as if he were the son I never had.
But I’m not sure now, now that he’s gone, if I ever really told him so in no uncertain terms.
It’s as if my heart’s been wrenched out of my soul. Nothing, not even another Nobel Prize has been able to cheer me up. And let me tell you, ‘time’ doesn’t lessen the pain, no matter what everyone says.
They all keep telling me ‘do this’
activity, that activity, and a multitude of other ‘do this’, and ‘do that’s. Why the hell can’t
they just leave me alone to grieve in my own way? They think it’s been
too long. But what they don’t seem to understand is that you can never stop.
Not when your broken heart is from the loss of someone you love.
Jamie (Lt. Cmdr. (Ret.) Will Jamison, the
former Chief Medical Officer aboard Seaview) decided that I should write a book about my so called ‘famous’ and
‘exceptional’ life history. He seems to think a project like this
will help me to concentrate on something other than Lee. But that when I do mention his role in my life , it might help the ‘grieving process’.
And so, without my permission, Jamie and the shrinks signed me up for a newfangled 6 week
online course on how to write my life story. Just what and how to put it all
together kind of ‘Continuing Education’ course. But I have to ‘publish’ it out there, for all and sundry to see. The other students don’t have to make their homework visible, so making
this part of the plan, this is nothing more than an underhanded medical treatment to ‘force’ my ‘healing’.
It’s this or I may end up under ‘psychiatric observation’ at some sanitarium. And don’t think they can’t get a judge to commit me if I disagree to it.
As for writing and grammatical skills, (I
don’t even know what a ‘dangling participle’ is), well, don’t be surprised if you find my life story
in need of some rather detailed editing. I’m a scientist, not an author.
So I guess everyone will simply have to stir though the vegetable soup of my
life without any special literary seasoning.
The course starts in one week, and there are
two classes a week. For the next 6 weeks, I’ll be obliged to begin creating
my life story with various homework assignments and take some non- graded quizzes. At the end, taking a similar final exam
will insure Jamie’s happiness, even if I don’t end up earning that all important certificate of completion. (
You have to pass the final for that.)
As for me, well,
to quote a famous literary character, ‘Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.’
you in one week.