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My name is Landis Tipton, and I don’t like to brag about myself. I really
think that anyone in my position would do the same thing that I did. They
might not do it in the exact same way, but they would have done everything
they could to help. For one, while being awake for several hours every day,
and meeting thousands of people, is exhausting, it doesn’t compare to what
lots of other people do for work. I breathe on people. That’s it. It’s so
simple. I get situated in my big apparatus, and breathe. Each time I cure
someone, that’s all it feels like. It doesn’t drain me of energy, it doesn’t
hurt, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. Anyone could do what I do and feel
fine. I mean, I’m breathing anyway. I might as well cure someone while I’m at
it. They take really good care of me here at the hotel. They treat me like a
god, even when I don’t want them too. Yes, I have a personal assistant, a
personal chef, a bodyguard, a nurse, a doctor, and a masseuse. I’m not gonna
sit here and claim that I’m not living a privileged life. You expect me to say
a but here, but there is none. It’s a good life. The least I can do is
make it count. If I weren’t doing something to earn it—if I were just randomly
born a king, or some stupid thing like that—I would have no appreciation for
any of this. My dad used to try to teach me that I had to contribute
positively to society, in one way or another. I never understood that until
five years ago when I started this Foundation. To clarify, I knew what he
meant when he would tell me that, but I failed to recognize its importance.
I’m contributing now, and I feel lucky to be capable of doing it in this way.
They’re getting close to a panacea, and I don’t know what I’m going to do with
my life after that. Would my father still be proud if I just hid away, and
stopped working? My friend insisted that I take in a salary for this. I
insisted that it be a modest amount, but after all this time of everything I
need being paid for by the Foundation, it’s added up to being more than enough
to live happily, and without having to find another job. My problem is that
I’m not all that bright, and I never actually had a salaried position before
this. So I was thinking in terms of an hourly rate. I work twelve hours a day,
which may sound like a lot, but again, I just sit there and breathe on people.
Not exactly grueling...kind of monotonous, really. I do work seven days a week
with no vacation time, but my evenings are pretty relaxed, and I don’t have
anywhere that I want to travel to, so that’s not a problem. The hotel has been
paid for, including the suite that I live in, and I’ll probably stay here
after the panacea goes on the market. So that means no rent. Even when I have
to start paying for things again, like food and utilities, I doubt I’ll ever
break $2000 a month. A pay of $15 an hour for five years has added up to over
$300,000. If I do that math, it should last me about...thirteen years. Hm. I’m
not making as much as I thought. Well. I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’m not greedy.
I’m just Landis.
