He held the camera in his hands, looking through the images it stored.  The only problem was he did not remember any of the people in the photographs.  There were pictures of his wife, children, and buddies from work.  There was also a photo of him, and he had no idea who it was. 

The man, Anderson Williams did not have a bad memory, he had amnesia.  Anderson panicked when he realized he did not remember anything.  At first he thought maybe something was wrong with his brain.  This man was middle age, with blue eyes and greying hair.  Anderson had gained an abundance of wealth in his lucrative trucking business that he started with his best friend Jason.  Jason and Anderson were dorm mates in college and have been best buddies ever since.

“Ring ring,” suddenly the phone rang.  It took Anderson a while to answer because he couldn’t remember where his own telephone was placed in his apartment.  Finally he arrived in the kitchen, finding the telephone that stopped ringing by the time he got there.  Luckily the caller left a voicemail.

“Andy that was one wild night man, I didn’t know you had it in you,” the caller said, “let’s do it again soon!”

Anderson wondered what had gone on the night before that was so wild.  He also questioned if it lead to this loss of his memory.  Not to mention, who was on the other end of the phone?  Could his amnesia have happened over night, or was he so out of it that he had been a stranger for some time?  He only hoped the days ahead would bring answers to his multitude of questions. 

“Think man…..think,” he said out loud to himself, “got to find out first who you are.”

Anderson went on a search around the apartment for any clues as to his own identity.  He rummaged through drawers, boxes, and even looked under furniture.  In one of the pockets of his nice sports jacket he wore quite frequently to work he found a wallet.  Inside the wallet he found some money – a lot of money actually—credit cards, and a driver’s license.