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[edit] How I Got Here (Part II) (link)

[edit] 01 March 2008 - 2.42 PM

This is the story of how I wound up not sleeping on the streets, begging for money, and completely desperate. In other words, this is the story of how I met Kai...

I don’t want to gross you out, so I’ll leave out the gory details. Let’s just say that Kai showed up at the hospital because he needed the doctors to, uh, re-attach a toe. One of the little ones.

They wheeled him into my room after surgery. The first words out of his mouth were, “Hello! Can I give you some advice? Never go spelunking in sandals.”

I liked him right away.

He told me that he was from San Francisco, and that he had just quit his job, and that he was on an extreme sports adventure. He said it was his first extreme adventure trip and he was pretty sure that it would also be his last – at least for awhile. I told him that based on the outcome of this one, I thought that sounded like a very good idea.

Then I told him my own crazy story, and he was fascinated, and also felt a little sorry for me, I think. He got pretty serious and asked me what I planned to do, and where I would go, after I left the hospital.

I said I honestly had no idea. At first, I had been pretty sure my memory would come back, or that someone would show up and claim me. But suddenly I realized I had no plan for what to do if that didn’t happen.

I must have looked pretty scared and pathetic, because at that point, Kai officially declared himself my “guardian angel”– at least for the next 3 days, until his return flight back to the United States. As long as I didn’t mind a guardian angel on crutches.

Who knows why I decided to trust him?

Well, I know one reason – I was pretty sure I could out run him if I had to.

To make a long story short, Kai totally took me under his wing. And he turned out to be this total technology whiz kid; apparently he hadn’t so much quit his job as sold his company.

We spent the next 72 hours together exploring the city by day, trying to jog my memory, and the looking online at night, for any blogs or journals or social network profiles that could have possibly been mine. We didn’t find me anywhere.

Right before he left, without telling me, Kai paid in advance for a month’s stay at the inn where we were crashing. The day after, this laptop that I’m writing on showed up special delivery.

So basically, Kai rocks. Thanks to him, I finally feel like I have a chance to figure this thing out.