A letter from May 20th, 2022

Dear FutureMe, If you have received this message. And another global sickness outbreak doesn't happen. I hope the dreams I have now; are well on their way of happening when this delivers. And I am going to college to become a sports analyst. Or anything else similar in that field. I hope I have make many more friends, and found many more great teachers. My dog Goldie. More than likely you will be alive. As you just turned 2. But I know the struggle you have gone through without your brother Thor, 7/11/21 RIP. But you have been a great dog, and been great for dad. My sister Olivia, you will definitely become an artist. And when I get this message your work will be in some museum. And to my Mom. The surgery you have just got through was tough. But, by May 1, 2026 you won't have to deal with anymore back problems. Dad, you have been great, you have let me be the man I have become, and keep the cowboys for another generation. The next generation will come. And to myself, just keep going. Don't any slader from the sports world let you down. Lookin at you Stephen A. Smith. The university you go to will be great. I don't know much about predicting the future. But what I do know, is that the Dallas Cowboys will at least be 5-Time-World-Champions. If not more.