Ghosts of the Past

I used to work for a great architect who religiously called me ‘Biggun’.  That name has stuck with me for quite some time.  I didn’t mind it so much, and don’t really care if someone calls me names, or makes fun of me.  Some people just find their self-worth in that, and people usually understand that they are…  mean and disrespectful.

I saw him again the other day, and felt like I had to remind him of what my name was.  He knew exactly who I was…  I was Biggun.

I don’t care to be remembered for that anymore.  Great motivation though.