Wednesday, May 18, 2005
CLINT UPDATE
Friends and friends of friends:
Even I lose a little faith sometimes. And the longer this whole thing goes on, the harder it is to stay strong. To keep believing. But I know that I have to. I broke down last night. I told Beth that I was about ready to throw in the towel. What if this isn’t even the right Clint that we’ve been chasing after for months? What if he never goes back to work? What if I’m just wasting my time? What if I just look like a fool in the end?
As usual, Beth calmed me down.
“We can’t give up,” she said, “Too many people are waiting on the answer to this. And it is so much bigger than you anymore. You’re in the position to give hope to a lot of people. When people see this resolve, they’ll understand that with a little faith and a lot of persistence and a lot of hard work, anything is possible.”
And she’s right. I know this…but it’s still hard. I know that everyone wants to know the answer to this…but really imagine what it is like to wait…day in and day out…always hoping for news tomorrow? But knowing that there is really nothing else you can do. I can’t give it up…that’s impossible now. But yet everyday is always the same. And still Beth says, “It’s like one of Newton’s Laws: an object in motion, stays in motion.” And again, she’s right.
This has all been set in motion. And there’s not a thing I can do to stop it now, even if I wanted to. The letter’s there. He’s going to go in and get it at some point. But still, at the back of my mind, there’s that sneaking fear: what if it’s not even the right Clint? Mr. Carter seems to think it is. But Mr. Carter is a little crazy.
So, Beth said she would ask him a few questions if I needed more confirmation. Get him to generate the description of Clint. So, she just flat-out asked him what Clint looked like. And the man he described sounds like our guy. It is just too coincidental for there to be two men named Clint with long-ish brown hair in their late 20s who are mechanics in that area. Carter said he’s never met anyone else named Clint before, so he thinks it is impossible for there to be two men who fit that description named Clint. And he says that he knows he’s not from here. “Somewhere in the south,” he said, “like Oklahoma, maybe?” Well, before he told us that he had asked one of the friends and they said Clint was from Tennessee. But we all know Carter is a little forgetful. Oklahoma’s close. Beth said, “Well, Clint told Debbie he was from Tennessee.” And Carter thought that very well might be right.
So, we have our confirmation. That sneaking fear can go away. This is our Clint. Now, he just needs to go to work. Carter says he’s never been away from the garage for this long. And really, the only way he would never go back there is if he left town or something. But the neighbor confirmed a week ago that he was out of town for awhile, but was now back. So, he’s here. He’s been going to Carter’s shop for years. It’s not like he’s all of a sudden going to stop going there without telling Carter.
We just have to wait. I know patience is a virtue. And one that I have very little of. Goddamn, this is really testing mine…
Friends and friends of friends:
Even I lose a little faith sometimes. And the longer this whole thing goes on, the harder it is to stay strong. To keep believing. But I know that I have to. I broke down last night. I told Beth that I was about ready to throw in the towel. What if this isn’t even the right Clint that we’ve been chasing after for months? What if he never goes back to work? What if I’m just wasting my time? What if I just look like a fool in the end?
As usual, Beth calmed me down.
“We can’t give up,” she said, “Too many people are waiting on the answer to this. And it is so much bigger than you anymore. You’re in the position to give hope to a lot of people. When people see this resolve, they’ll understand that with a little faith and a lot of persistence and a lot of hard work, anything is possible.”
And she’s right. I know this…but it’s still hard. I know that everyone wants to know the answer to this…but really imagine what it is like to wait…day in and day out…always hoping for news tomorrow? But knowing that there is really nothing else you can do. I can’t give it up…that’s impossible now. But yet everyday is always the same. And still Beth says, “It’s like one of Newton’s Laws: an object in motion, stays in motion.” And again, she’s right.
This has all been set in motion. And there’s not a thing I can do to stop it now, even if I wanted to. The letter’s there. He’s going to go in and get it at some point. But still, at the back of my mind, there’s that sneaking fear: what if it’s not even the right Clint? Mr. Carter seems to think it is. But Mr. Carter is a little crazy.
So, Beth said she would ask him a few questions if I needed more confirmation. Get him to generate the description of Clint. So, she just flat-out asked him what Clint looked like. And the man he described sounds like our guy. It is just too coincidental for there to be two men named Clint with long-ish brown hair in their late 20s who are mechanics in that area. Carter said he’s never met anyone else named Clint before, so he thinks it is impossible for there to be two men who fit that description named Clint. And he says that he knows he’s not from here. “Somewhere in the south,” he said, “like Oklahoma, maybe?” Well, before he told us that he had asked one of the friends and they said Clint was from Tennessee. But we all know Carter is a little forgetful. Oklahoma’s close. Beth said, “Well, Clint told Debbie he was from Tennessee.” And Carter thought that very well might be right.
So, we have our confirmation. That sneaking fear can go away. This is our Clint. Now, he just needs to go to work. Carter says he’s never been away from the garage for this long. And really, the only way he would never go back there is if he left town or something. But the neighbor confirmed a week ago that he was out of town for awhile, but was now back. So, he’s here. He’s been going to Carter’s shop for years. It’s not like he’s all of a sudden going to stop going there without telling Carter.
We just have to wait. I know patience is a virtue. And one that I have very little of. Goddamn, this is really testing mine…
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