Bill Gates just handed me three Million Dollars... Today's Fantasy

Bill Gates just walked into my work, introduced himself and said I was worthy of 3 million dollars. He handed me a check, signed by him (and about 4 other bank representatives).

He had a police escort, and men walking around with little microphones on their wrists - and funny ear pieces on. Those men were wearing dark sunglasses and dark suits.

I kept thinking they better not try to come to the house, wearing all that Armani stuff, because I'll tell you what... Their suits would be covered in white German Shepherd hair.

All of the customers at the store in front of my work stood around and cheered as I held the check. As if some hand of God had just descended upon me.

Do you know how many times my cell phone rang? I mean - news travels fast in a small town, but this is ridiculous...

So Bill Gates hands me this money and I'm thinking, WOW... I've been a good mother, a decent wife... A lousy housekeeper... a great cook... a semi decent employee, but I'm nobody special. Why me? And he told me because one of my ideas... About Dark Energy... was going to make me... and HIM rich.

He also told me I was a fantastic writer - and this three million was just the beginning of what I was going to see in my life. And he shook my hand again and invited me to join him in New York.

Now, I've only been to the outskirts of New York. But when someone asks me to New York, I'm thinking the City.... right? So I say... Give me a few moments. I've got some responsibilities to take care of.

I call my boss and explain that I'm about ready to get very ill. (They're used to this... I've been on chemo for awhile - and still having some of the massive side effects.) But I tell him, this is kind of a permanent ill. And that I'll probably not be back any time soon. However, I tell him that I will assist in drawing up the schematics of my never-ending job. And I pass the phones over to the local PD.

I grab my worn out jacket - because even in mid-spring, it's still a bit chilly in the air. And my huge purse that really has nothing in it but trash and makeup. But it's my trash and makeup. I'm a little disorganized. Call it adult ADHD. Call it whatever you want. But I'm unmedicated - and unfocused - unless something keeps my attention.

I take a last look at my prison cell of a job - that has been thankless - other than the fact that I know I have made a difference in people's lives. Because while I may be a prolific writer - I'm not very good at presenting myself to others. Maybe it's a social phobia - or maybe because I'm just too freaking honest - and I mean what I say --- not what you think I mean... but what I say...

I have however helped people to live - saved property - saved lives, comforted those who have had those they loved die... and I have upheld the laws of the land. Thanklessly.

So Bill Gates stands there patiently as I look back at the bleak office space through the glass window... And he drives me to the airport - where my family is already there, excited to see me.

We get on this incredible jet plane. Hell I don't even know what kind of plane it is, but there are comfortable chairs that recline into beds and televisions - a full bar, computers and everything you could imagine. There's enough room to walk around --- and the bathroom - Oh my goodness, you should see it! It has amazing buttons that my daughter, who is 10, has become intimately fascinated with. I leave her in there, because it stops all the questions.

And Bill Gates turns to me with a bemused smile on his face, as I wipe the leftover cheeto stains on my worn out jeans. And he asks me how I came up with the concept of Dark Energy.

And I said simple. Yin and Yang. Opposites.

And he kind of smiled at me.

He told me that I would probably become the richest woman in the world, except for his wife. Just for having that idea.

An unlimited power supply source that has no negative impact.

Then he turned a bit serious and asked if I realized how lucky I was to have him understand what it was I was talking about - instead of the government. I looked at him and asked what he was talking about. He said the Government would have taken my idea and thrown me away. Instead Bill Gates had enough pull to make it a private enterprise. And it was a way to save the world.

So - I thought about it. I think Bill Gates just saved my life.

It could happen, you know?

I'm at work, staring at a pile of papers that I know I have to bust a move and do. But the longer they sit there, the larger the pile becomes...

Three Million...

Wow!

Three million dollars sounds like so very much money. Is it?

What would I do today...

I haven't slept yet, so my mind is a bit hazy... I'd like to think that if I had to spend the Three Million Dollars that Bill Gates just gave me (in my fantasy)... That I'd have a clear picture of what I'd like to do with it.

But today - all I can think of... well it's pretty boring.

Like I said in the side ABOUT Me section... This Blog will tell all about me as a person... and why I would want to do --- whatever it is that particular post --- that I want to do --- with the Three Million Dollars that Bill Gates gives me.

So today... Hmmmm...

Today I think I would pay a college tuition for myself.

That college tuition would include massive tutoring from someone who could actually teach me in order to get me caught up.

And it would include personal instruction... At least until I could handle a full classroom with tons of other people.

What would I study --- hmmmmmm..... I think I would probably want to major in something computer related. No... not because Bill Gates gave me the three million...

In fact, I'll have to explain about me - in order to explain why I would actually study computer "stuff".

First, I'm a 40 year old woman. I'm married and have one 10 year old daughter, and my husband has an 18 year old son from a previous marriage.

We both work. And while we both have decent jobs and make ok money, it's never enough money for everything we want in our fairly simple life.

As a young teenager, I ran away from home.... (Long drawn out story - and maybe if you continue reading my blog, you'll be able to piece it all together to form a cohesive idea of who I really am... but for now, it suffices to have a brief run down - at least for today's dreams.)

I remember going in to a Radio Shack store - and there was this t.v. looking box, with green writing and a keyboard. I remember no one understanding how it worked and I remember sitting down and reading the manual - and learning after a half hour of reading that I could make the computer write the word "RUN" across the screen 100 times by typing in a specific series of codes.

And Oh my Goodness! That computer was expensive! But they would let me come in and play on it briefly... And the guy there always had a doughnut or something.

Eventually I moved away from that area, being a run away, but I will always remember that guy and how nice he actually was to let some ragamuffin kid sit in his store - out of the rain.

Anyhow - I ended up dropping out of school to support myself - because working full time, pretending you were 18 - and getting roomates, etc. just didn't work well with going to school.

I won't say those were glory years, because they most certainly weren't. But they were interesting, and they did create who I am today. But that one instance of that computer kept me interested in computers and every chance I got, I would play with anyone's computer system whenever someone I knew had one.

And that kept me pretty up to date with using programs - and playing games - and kept me ahead of the learning curve on most things.

I was a pretty smart kid growing up.

I did eventually get my GED - in fact not too long ago - but I didn't get to go to college. I never had the time and the money combined to get there. But I always read - and I didn't allow myself to stagnate.

I ended up working and bought myself a computer when they were astronomical in price. But I saved for it. Back when Windows just started. And Compuserve was the only internet capable thing.

For hours (and quite a lot of Long Distance charges) I learned that there was an AMAZING world out there, talking to people and playing text based games.

Flash Forward to when my daughter was 3.

Online they were offering computer tech classes - I'd self taught myself how to operate many programs - learning because I loved playing around with graphics and games... And I told my husband that I'd like to take the computer tech course. (We live in a remote area of the USA so the classes weren't readily available where we are.)

The cost was way out of our range, unless I wanted to get a loan. I didn't qualify for a grant...

And he said no.

I knew I'd be good at it - and that I would finish it. But it just didn't fit our budget.

I tried explaining that I thought we could profit off of it - because if I got certified, then I could get a great job, paying great money - and it would be worth it. But the answer was no.

And I put the idea on the back burner.

Now I'm 40. And I wish, with all my heart that I had forced the issue. Because now, I'm feeling too old to try and do it.

But in my fantasy, Bill Gates just handed me three million dollars!

So today, as soon as I finish typing this out.. I'm going to go to the best tutoring college, and I'm going to go through that computer class.

And...

I'm going to learn computers both inside and out.

From the very beginning - to the end.

I am going to find someone who can teach me how to build computers on the hardware side... How they work - which hardware pieces fit where - and why...

And then I'm going to take tutoring starting at the very basics - how to write code... And I'm going to learn computer code - so that iI can create programs.

And I want to learn how to use Graphics Programs - so that I can do fantastic artwork.

And then I'm going to create my own games - geared for women and girls.....

I can imagine those games now!

And while I'm studying - my family will live comfortably - and I will be very content with the upgrade to my life... feeling secure in the knowledge that I am creating a comfortable future for all of us.

One where I am confident, secure and ready to change the world a little.

And today - that is my dream.

I'm off to bed.

I can't wait to figure out tomorrow's dream.