I am a little person from the island of No One.
It is an island, above Nonsense, and Everything.
I want to move from this island to become SOMEONE, because I feel everyone in No One, seems to know something, although they really know nothing.
So, I pack all of my things, to go to Anywhere, Everywhere, before somebody tells me to stop!
I gather all of my belongings, 44 years in the making, and I have a PLAN.
I will make SOMETHING, to make me SOMEONE, out of No One.
I will make a stamp! So people can see how I was nothing, and became SOMEBODY.
I say to my parents, "Mom, Dad, I am good to go. I even have a "plan!"
"Since you are over 40 years old, we can trust you and we think you can make it!" My parents says to me.
On my journey, I met a man, he says, "Look at me, I am half Nothing, partly Somebody, and I made SOMEONE out of myself."
The man is strange, with curly brown hair and a spiky-yellow goatee.
I shake his hand, and tell him, "I am a little person, from the island of No One."
He laughs, and tells me, "I was a No One too!"
I reply, "Really? Where from?"
"The big part of Nonsense, and our family, often goes to see Everything," he says.
"Wow, I am happy for you!" I tell him, speaking as a No One.
"Well, I'm on a journey to become SOMEONE!" I tell him.
His eyes glistens as he tells me, "It's good thing you know! Look at me now, I'm a HUGE SOMETHING!"
I say, "Wonderful, I even have a "plan."
He pats me on my back, and he says, "Well, little No One, I'll go and bid you good luck. So, one day, you can be SOMEONE."
I am joyful, and my smile shines as HUGE SOMETHING rides off into the sunset.
I soar my arms as if I am flying, and I feel the wind while running to the nearest, "Air Mail Station."
It took hours to find EVERYWHERE, and finally, I see on the horizon, ANYWHERE is somewhere near.
I start running and got so excited that my arms flops up and down.
"I'm almost there, the place called ANYWHERE, EVERYWHERE! I am so proud of me!" I say to myself.
I walk inside the Airmail Station, and say to the man in front of me, "Hi, I'm a little person, and I have a plan."
"Yes, thrill me!" the man says. I believe his name is Airmail Worker as he looks at me with a gargantuan grin.
"I know how to make a stamp!" I say to him with a smile.
"Wow, you're one of those. The type with a plan," says Airmail Worker, as he strokes his chin.
"I told you, I told you, I know it!" I yell, showing Airmail Worker see, how capable I am to reach the sky.
"I'm hoping your plan will work," he says.
"I think it will. I even told my parents about this," I say to him, with excitement.
"Well, you have to be at least 21 years old," says Airmail Worker as he pulls out a form.
"I'm 44 years old! YES! I made it!" I cry out, because I am happy.
"Definitely, you are old enough," he says, as Airmail Worker shakes my hand.
"Fill this out. It's a form. And you must sign the back of this piece of paper," Airmail Worker says.
As I fill out the form, I pull out a small, old, photograph of me, when I was a baby with black hair.
"This is it. This is my photo!!" I show Airmail Worker.
Airmail Worker looks at my photo, and say, "Ha Ha Ha Ha! This is hilarious! You really are a little person!"
"I am actually from the island of No One," I immediately say to Airmail Worker.
"I am very touched, and since you look hilarious. I don't see why this photo won't work as a stamp," says Airmail Worker.
"That's exactly my point! I am a very hard worker, that's the talent of a little person," I say to him, showing Airmail Worker my excitement.
"I will process this form, and take this photo to see if my Supervisor will love it," he says. "Just stay around, little one, and don't go around EVERYWHERE," says Airmail Worker, as he walks to the back of the store and disappears.
I stand near the counter at the Airmail Station for a while.
Still, not even after the ghost of Thanksgiving stuffing came, Airmail Worker is a no-show.
I cover my face, and say to myself, "Maybe my photo is too funny?"
Then a school-boy, riding on his bicycle strides by and yells, "WOW! Are you the little person?"
"Yes, is there something wrong with that?" I say to him, feeling a little worried.
"Oh, my goodness, IT IS THE LITTLE PERSON!" School-boy suddenly shouts.
"WHY?" I stand up taller, and try to face him, head-on.
"I want your autograph, because I see your picture around EVERYWHERE," shouts School-boy some more. "EVERYBODY! RUSH HERE! IT'S THE LITTLE PERSON!"
By the time I look around me, I can see everyone, from ANYWHERE, EVERYWHERE, crowding around me.
I am so surprised because they know who I am, and I feel like an important SOMEONE.
"How did you know I was the little person," I ask School-boy.
"My teacher, Mr. Strange told me about you!" School-boy says, as he claps his hands, and jumps up and down at the same time.
"Who is Mr. Strange?" I ask him in panic.
"He is our best teacher in our school, because he is so WEIRD! He tells us stories of important people," School-boy shouts again.
The rush of crowd subsides, and I ask School-boy another question, "Does he have brown hair and a spiky-yellow goatee?"
"Absolutely! I love my History teacher!" School-boy tells me while shouting again.
I can feel my hands shaking, "How did…?" I ask.
"Let us show you!" School boy and some people from ANYWHERE, EVERYWHERE lead me to a nearby store. My photo is on the window display!
"I had no idea!" I cry to myself with teary eyes.
"Go inside, and see the store owner," School-boy takes my hand, and leads me inside the store.
Near the back of the store, Airmail worker is talking to a lot of people about a stamp.
"It's you!! How did you own a store?" I ask Airmail Worker.
"I'm sorry for taking so long to process the form, my life turned upside down," he apologizes.
"What about all this? And my stamp? I thought you had gone to process my form?" I ask.
Airmail worker answers, "I was stuck in my life, because it turned upside down. My wife passed away. I could not process your form, because I realized you are not from ANYWHERE, EVERYWHERE, and I could not use your photo as a stamp," Airmail worker says. "But, I told my Supervisor I am willing to take you, as my son, so I showed him your picture and he believed me. I am very sorry, but I hope you will help me and we can work together," he says, with some disappointment.
Mr. Strange walks in, and taps me on my shoulder, "Hey, Stranger," he says.
I smile, and say, "I thought you are a HUGE SOMETHING! I was right!" I shake his hands.
"I told my kids at school about you," he smiles.
"Why?" I ask Mr. Strange, "I am just a little person, from No One."
"That's why I told them about you. You are a big person, for pursuing what you love. Also, for being original and honest," Mr. Strange says.
"Thank you, all this time, I thought my plan was wasted. I was scared," I say to Mr. Strange.
Mr. Strange sees Airmail worker, and shakes his hands. "Looks like you've got yourself a friend," says Mr. Strange.
"I feel like a SOMEONE already," I say to Airmail Worker.
I turn my head to the man with the spiky-yellow goatee who is no longer a stranger, but strange still in his very own right.
"Thank you for being honest, and I am happy to have met a friend in life," I say to Mr. Strange.
Outside of the store, everyone is taking pictures of us, as I tell them about my adventure. But, all they all want is to take a picture of Mr. Strange. He strikes a pose stroking his goatee and then another one with one hand behind his back and the other on his waist.
"This store is mine and yours kid," says Airmail worker to me, and Mr. Strange.
From then on, everything I plan and dream of the stamp, made me SOMEBODY. I keep making more stamps of important people in life. There was a woman who sits on a bus to get to her job, and another man who was a President but really really fat, and another woman who sits on a chair but sleeps during a Presidential speech, but she rafts on Sundays and just died in 2019.
Meanwhile, in the island of No One…
My Father is watching television, and my Mother is eating bread with strawberry jam.
I feel lucky I had a plan.
Keep pursuing your dreams. The end. Just write.