I awoke this morning just a man.
A man like any other. I brewed a cup of coffee. Played with the children. Made a couple of memes. Got dressed for work and then hit the road. It was just another day.
Except it wasn’t.
Today the sun rose differently. It was bolder in its entry. It proclaimed “I am here, mortals. Prepare thyself.”
You see, today was the launch of the Rising Sun Kickstarter.
Work crawled at a snails pace. Everything that could go wrong did. Every client decided they wanted more today. The sun still shined as a glowing reminder of my purpose that truly lay ahead. Several times I waved to it as if it were an old friend. People looked at me as if I were mad.
Perhaps I was. Mad with excitement and an overwhelming sense that something big was coming my way.
I pushed the pedal down and sped home around 2:30 pm EST. Traffic left and right. Lanes closed for construction. No! Not like this…nothing would stop me from the glory of becoming the first backer. I would settle for no less.
I arrive at my home. 2:45 pm EST. The children are happy to see me. We embrace. I tell them that today is a special day, but daddy must use the restroom.
Except I don’t actually need to use the restroom.
No. I retreat to this chamber of silence at 2:55 pm EST. I sit upon the porcelain throne, phone in hand, pressing refresh like a madman. I would not be denied my first backer slot.
It was my destiny.
But destiny has a cruel, twisted sense of humor. To my horror my Internet hits a bump…and then it hits a speeding semi-truck and my lip curls in horror as I see the words “error 503: no healthy backends”
Kickstarter had succumbed to the true power of Eric Lang and collapsed like a limp sack of sugar. Sweet Baby Ray’s. What was I to do? Kickstarter’s backside had grown unhealthy and I was no doctor! I feverishly hit refresh as it dawned on me that it was not to be. That first backer spot was long gone.
It was over.
Then I heard a quiet knock upon the bathroom door. It was my daughter. I looked into her eyes. And began to cry.
My daughter withdrew, shocked. She frowned “Daddy, why are you crying? Are you sad?”
I smiled through the tears. “No, sweetie. Daddy isn’t sad.” You see, those were tears of joy for I finally understood. I was the first backer all along. In my heart. I woke this morning just a man. But I retire this evening a Samurai Warrior.
Welcome to the Chronicles of a Rising Sun Kickstarter backer.