I was lying on my bed when suddenly the doorbell rang. Maybe it's the FedEx guy, I wishfully thought, bringing a positive reply to one of the myriad resumes I'd sent out. How was it possible that all those skills and that brilliance could go to waste. Brilliant? Uh-huh. I was half-way down the staircase when I realized that there is doorbell in the house. But that didn't stop me from looking to see who had rung it. This is a personal story, and may be of little interest to any but my immediate family, and, of course, my biographer.