Chapter 1a

The life of Erwin Packard was not documented by any historian or scholar. He was normal for the most part, at least not spectacular in any way. His was a life of mediocrity. As such, the only evidence we have in regards to what happened throughout his life is bleak. The following is a letter dated November 1, 1988. It was written by Erwin Packard to his former self then then tossed into a fire.

Life is hard. If you're old enough to read this, you already know that. That difficulty is what gives us strength (No pain, no gain! That which does not kill us!) but also what wears us down and makes us weak.

One day in the future this will culminate. It already has for me and still may again. I can't tell you what to do when you're holding the gun. I don't know the right answer. I told you I'd been there. I have. I already made that choice once. I've already made that choice a hundred times, or a thousand, every day being given the option to go to school or jump off a bridge, to go to work or binge of prescription medicines. None of that means I know the answer, though. I suppose one day, if we live to be old and feeble, then I'll know if it was worth it when we die.

I'm sorry, I'm not making sense. I'm rambling. My limbs still feel weak. Probably always will until I know the answer. That's why I'm writing now. Not to give you the answer, only to tell you to find it. If I had started searching, really searching, knowing what I was looking for when I was young, maybe I'd have the answer when it was time to make the choice.

All I want you to do is remember me, remember what you will be, and remember that you will die, sooner or later, one way or the other, you will. So when? Consider when.

Yours Theoretically,
Erwin Packard

This letter gives us several useful insights about possible life of Mr. Packard. The first thing we know from the information given is that the letter either did or did not burn in a fire. That is all it tells us.

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