As a child, I always dreamed of becoming a super hero. My favorite was Zorro, the masked legend who beat his enemies not because of some unnatural strength, but because of his wit and physical abilities to out do his rivals. I always wished I could fly, and I still dream about flying all the time, but Zorro was within reachable limits of someone who I could become, unlike Superman, or Spiderman, et. al.
My father was an English professor and I admired the way he wrote. I took my elementary and secondary schooling quite seriously and listened to my English teachers. I do not profess to have perfect grammar and spelling capabilities, but I do enjoy writing some of my life's moments in the eyes of the "superhero" I became, the infamous Mik Retnuh (so famous that I'm in-famous).
One day I hope to publish these in a book, but until then, you are about to enter the MisAdventures of Mik Retnuh. Not everything goes my way, but I've learned valuable lessons that I hope to pass on to others so that they might enjoy life more fully, for that is the purpose of life, to have joy and spread it on to others.
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