I think it was him.

I went to the store after work and I’m 95% sure I saw a Buster Mcleod. This guy was really, really tall.

Anyway, as soon as I saw him in the aisle, I ran away. Then I remember my goals about being less shy and more out going and so forth. So I said to myself, ”What’s the worse that could happen? He could yell, ‘Who the (bleep) are you? Get the (bleep)away from me.’ Then pull out a gun and shoot me?” (I’ve been watching a lot mob movies lately.)

I figured the odds of this happening were pretty slim so I gathered up all my little courage and said, “Hello”.

From the look on his face, I think he thought I was about to ask him for some spare change but he was polite. He didn’t shoot me.

I wanted to say, “Thank you guys so much for 43things. Whether you guys realize it or not, you’ve really helped a lot of people who needed it. When I found the site I was surrounded by pessimist twho were terrified of change. It was so nice to finally “meet” other people who were saying, ’I know there has got to be more to life than this.’ and ’Other people are happy and live there dreams. Why not me?” I knew there had to be others. I just couldn’t find them. Thanks for the help.”

Unfortunately my nerves took over and all I came out of my mouth was, “I like your site.” or “Your site is neat”. It was something dorky like that. Then I took off. Oh well. Its the thought that counts.