A nice man’s story

Read My Comments:  1. Cavity   2. Expensive

I will empower, indemnify, and uncover the meaning of these words.  It all started when a terrible man coveted me to the extent I could not manage my social affairs.  After nine years his musings became like music to me.  I was unique and I learned his language.  If you want to know what it is like to have your own corner of world to live in, perhaps you could bare with me to see what meaning is in store for just two words.  I know you are asking why I should expose a man by sharing, when it is clear I like his language has he has imposed on me.  I became a great story teller.  The man has passed away.  The insight no less important has disappeared.  The two words openly deployed before you had meaning to me and the man.  If I do not tell, they will be lost words.  I am alerted they have already fallen from my highest esteem with his passing.

I need not point out the need for improvement in the dental hygiene area.  I think the problem started early in 2003 when I became the subject of a campaign of hate and scorn from my dental clinic.  My factual information was coalesced with scant biographical information.  It was disseminated anonymously by California’s Western Dental.  A billing office located in Orange County was identified as the culprit.

Basically after a year I managed to stop them from sending the email; all I had to do was acknowledge them.  I have found that quite generally I often discern my adversary.  This often includes a certain directive which in this case I had satisfied by the year’s end.

The next word: Expensive.  I am at a loss as to exactly what the meaning was.  My intuition tells me I had been excited about something which was neither true nor measurable and which lead to an associatively deeper sort of truth.  It was an idea that never came to fruition and still reinforced a person to accept it on emotional grounds.  Of course I recall it (Expensive is another way to explain a need for an integral).  This must have been what I did to recognize Western Dental’s directive.  My name had become Hugh Farrell.  I reasoned these people without quite knowing what was required, had placed great importance on their information about me.  I must have navigated through my process and resolved their directive as one of my accomplishments.  This must have been in agreement with a fundamental premise of the Dental Clinic with the name Western Dental.  Even in the situation where I am compromised from their having given out my information I am still willing to give them a start; “Where would you go if you had a cavity?”