Using the Telephone

I awoke from my slumber with a start this morning. For a moment I wasn't sure where or who I was, I only knew one sensation---fear. As I lay in bed sweating for a few moments, reality began to trickle back into my brain, and I thought of my mission to find my parents and my origins. For the first time, I wasn't sure anymore that it was what I wanted. As I glanced over at my computer that could hold the answer, I knew why I was afraid. I knew that my origins may not be things that I wanted to know, and that when I did know them, I may not be happy with what they were. These, however, were just normal misgivings, for I had come too far to give up now. I bravely got out of bed and fired up my computer to check my email.

As it turns out, my apprehensions were unnecessary, not because the information I found out was pleasant, but because there was no information at all. This only angered me, as I had become emotionally charged waiting on a response and now none was forthcoming. Angrily I picked up the phone to call Mike King and demand answers. I called once and there was no answer, but I was not going to be put off that easily. I quickly grabbed the phone book out of my drawer and looked up Mike King, finding all 300 entries under that name. Browsing quickly through the numbers, however, I found the one that matched the number I had obtained off the WVU directory, although the address was still the ambiguous Stalnaker Hall PO box. I picked up my phone and dailed the number again.....



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