It was a cold long lasting morning, inOregon 1973.

An old man had just waked up out ofhis bed, hard as a rock; he stood up with his hunchback cricked as a spoon. Hewent to the forest to get some wood for his fire place but he found himselflost as a needle inside the deepest corner of a pile of hay. He kept on walkingnot knowing where to go but his spirit was high as the cotton clouds in theblue sky. After walking for hours he saw a really old tree and decided to takea look, walking in circles around the tree as a dog chasing his tail. He founda book buried next to the giant old tree he picked up and looked around side toside maybe hoping to find the owner of it, but nothing was there to see but deadtrees.He opened the book slowly, most ofthe pages were blank but the last page had something on it -” write your nameon a rock, to find out the truth of this plot, throw it in the ocean to see thetruth about all this commotion, the voice of an angel you may hear but its goodnot to fear”.

Later on he did as he was told to. He walk to a cliff and threwthe rock to the ocean as the rock got dragged to the darkness, an eye of a stormstarted forming and targeted the old man. Scared as a cat, he hid under the old tree but the storm shocked thetree to dust, branches everywhere and fire bursting the lawn to smoke. After all that commotion a whitedressed beautiful women heading  towardshim like a rose petal falling down to the sky with blue eyes and blond hairshining bright as thousand stars in the gorgeous sky. She finally landed to theground and spoke to the old man.

“Your dirty old heart has a stain, filled withregret and pain. But do not be concern, because when there’s a will there is away. Four wishes I might grant, for you not to fall and still stand”. The oldman didn’t question her he wished for youth and money. “The two wishes youmight get but be careful with what you get”. The woman turned into dust in the blink of an eye and the man so exitedwent to his house but seconds later he had realized he was lost, weeks went byand later on he died do to starvation.

Slowly falling apart, his skin waspeeling off, eyes were popping out, blood everywhere coming out of his nose andmouth. Vultures tearing him apart land maggots eating him from head to toes.heturned into nothing but bones. “What you want is not always what you need”.