Typing class in High School is one of those classes you never realize how important it is until you actually suck at it. I sat in class and typed along with what the teacher gave us to type. Here type this ten times.
##Rex Quinfrey, a renowned scientist, created plans for an invisibility machine.
I can not remember the details, the typewriter or whether we broke out the white out.
There was a guy named Randy who sat next to me. His hair was a mess, he rarely typed and usually nodded off during class. The teacher would walk by and poke him with a ruler.
“Wake up Randall”
Talking about stirring up a hornets nest, I will allude to that later.
One day I was pitching during an after school baseball practice. I caught a line drive with my forehead and ended up in the hospital for awhile. I ended up missing three weeks of typing class and never fully recovered.
When I did return to class, Randy was no longer in his snoozing seat. I never saw him again.
Years later, I learned he was part of some bizarre drug related killing involving a carpet, a mine shaft and other sorted details.
His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.
A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.
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