Immortality

Today, as I was out shopping for groceries, I realized that it is entirely possible that I could leave this world one day without having every really made an impact on anyone other that those in my immediate circle of friends. I want someone else in this life to know who I am and to have my name etched on their soul, to be a driving force for a great change in a random individual's life. At that moment, I saw an unattended child crying in the aisle I was strolling by. the kid couldn't have been more than 10 or 11 years old. leaving my cart at the end of the row, I approached the weeping lad and stopped right beside him. Immediately, the boy ceased his crying and looked up at me with his big soulful eyes that had seen little of the hardships of the world. the bot managed a smile just as I placed a well-aimed kick to his midsection. as I rained down a torrent of kicks and stomps on his young, fragile frame, I repeated over and over again "My name is Willie". at last I had done it, I had given my life purpose. This boy will carry my name with him his entire life. he will use it as either a motivating factor to become stronger or as material around which to structure his nightmares. i figure that 11 is old enough to ensure that the events of that fateful day in Kroger will not be muddled by childish exaggeration and just young enough to avoid any puberty induced ADHD that might allow him to "move on" without some intensive therapy. At last...I am immortal!