The Road Less Traveled by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

Creation

Now I don’t even try to figure out what has happened. I realize that I really have not experienced death. I have actually jumped out of a body at the second before death into a new body, a new profession. This is a meadow that my hillside home overlooks.

That home is one of my finest designs. I know that I am in great demand, all over the world, for homes for the rich and famous. All say that it is like I read their minds. I know that it is all those lives I have lived. I just know, when they come into my office, what they want. A lot of them want to display their wealth and want the prestige of saying that I designed it.

What those rich ones do not know is that I also have another office where I have a staff that makes designs of different houses for sale to the general population under a simple company name. The plans are for those who would like something special but do not have the financial resources to have me do their design. I love to add my touches to those designs.

Again, I am rich but I do not flaunt it. That is why I live in this valley. I have a simple office where I meet with clients but all my drawings are done in my studio in my home. I draw it all and over see the construction. All my houses are built to my specifications. They can hire their own contractors but most clients prefer to have my selected contractors do the work.

As before, I know all the previous lives but I do not question the transition. For whatever reason, I just have the knowledge of the new life. In this one, I know all about designing. My home is filled with all the books on regulations, calculations and ascetics. There are quite a few of mine that I have published.

One thing, I am not full of myself. I have reached my position, my reputation, by being honest, doing my research and not padding the bill. They get more for their money by coming to me.

I love this work because I feel that I am creating my own world. I would bet that it is the same feeling that a writer has when they are creating that fantasy world of adventure and intrigue. That is their personal world.

In my mind, I see all those houses, including those ones from the other company, in one large community. I actually have that in my three d computer program. That is my world. That is why I make them the best. I live there, in my mind.

Today, I am at the site of my latest build. This is one of my best, if not the best of my designs. I am very proud of it. That is why I have a trailer on site for me. I need to make sure that every aspect of this building is what I have designed. No shortcuts, no substitutions.

This building is a charity work. It will be the new home of both the city’s library and social support for those who need that hand up. I personally am funding almost half of the building cost. The rest of the money is in public and private donations. All want to be involved.

The steel supplier is not happy because I personally rejected the last shipment of beams. Not the right hardness. I have all my own testing equipment. I found that the steel was weak. Too soft.

This shipment is in the middle of my specifications. I give the okay for them to unload. I wanted to test some of the beams that were not accessible in the load.

I got careless, obsessed. I did not see my surroundings. All I heard was, “Watch out!” being shouted.