Dear Jeff Goebel.

I don’t know if you are the right one, but I am near death, and have run out of time searching for the right Jeff Goebel, and so I used the Internet to send this letter to all of them at once.  For one of you, it will mean more than the others.

If you have ever seen a science fiction show where some supernatural secret is exposed, the people involved usually take the news fairly well.  They acceot theur friend is an elien, or can stop time, or is a witch with magic powers.

It’s fiction, and we accept it.

In real life, nobody is certain how they would react, if their best friend confessed  such a secret to them. We know certain things to be impossible, because we’ve been told they are. Our universe works a certain way, and we believe that.

Hiwever, we also understand that things in our universe do happen that can’t be explained. Things that are unexplained and don’t make sense.

Secrets we are not told.

I know one of those secrets.

Knowing that this letter is reaching many Jeff Goebel’s simultaneously, I understand this is not the best medium. I do not take exposure lightly.

I ask of you to only read beyond this paragraph, if you fully intent to read it all. There will be points while reading that will tempt to to stop, and test a theory, or try what you have read, but I ask you to maintain control, and read till the end.

First of all, I confess to one of you, that I am your father. You don’t know this, and may nt even have been told the man you know as your father is not.  It is quite likely that your mother does not even know. I did not have sex with her.

Parts of what I am about to reveal will fall intio that category of fiction for you. Like in the movie, where the friend tries to coinvince his friend of the supernatural plot point.  If I were aloive and next to you, I would have proof, but in text – it will be the point where you want to throw this letter out.  Rubbish.  Impossible.

But true.

You are special.

A child created by science ina laboratory.

Decades ago in the 60’s when secrets were easier to keep. Stories were easier to control, and killing 30,000 people could actually go missing without a trace.

You were stolen as a sperm and injected in hundreds of women. We only know the name Jeff Goebel.

You may have brothers and sisters, but we don’t know.

Shit.  They’re coming.  I thought I would habve more time.

I’ll try to sen

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