Tom Fritz recognized the dissatisfaction in his life. “I’m glad you still remember me. I wanted to thank you for giving me a social media account back in high school. I’ve been using it ever since.”
A social media account? Jimmy seemed to have forgotten. He vaguely remembered that during high school, he created many social media accounts out of boredom and gave them away randomly, but he couldn’t recall who received them.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Jimmy smiled. “You didn’t call just to thank me for a social media account, did you?”
“Thanking you is part of it. I’m really grateful; I’ve been using it all these years.”
“It’s my pleasure,” Jimmy was quite happy.
“The other reason is that I can’t log in anymore. It requires verification to reset the password.” Tom’s tone was particularly humble as he opened his computer and clicked on the first step of the social media account recovery process.
“What seems to be the problem? Tell me, and I’ll see if I remember.” Jimmy was kind enough to offer his help.
Tom asked, “What’s your favorite song?”
Jimmy thought for a moment, “Baby? Try that.”
Tom Fritz typed in those words and hit enter, but it prompted an error. He became a bit anxious, worried that he might not be able to recover the account.
“No, it’s wrong. Can you think of another answer?”
After a while, Jimmy said, “Type Justin Bieber’s Baby, three words.”
Tom tried again, and as he clicked confirm, he held his breath. After all these years, who would remember the answer to a random security question?
Fortunately, this time the answer was correct. The page quickly moved to the next question. Tom said, “You have a good memory; that’s right. But there are two more questions.”
Even Jimmy himself was curious about what questions were set back then and what his answers were. It brought back memories of those youthful days.
“Go ahead,” he said.
Tom Fritz read from the screen, “What’s her name?”
Jimmy, who had drunk a bit, fell silent. On the other end of the phone, his eyes welled up with tears. He blinked and composed himself. “Anna, A-n-n-A, Anna.”
There was a hint of determination and sadness in his voice.
Tom Fritz realized this might be a girl sealed in memory. He typed in the name and hit enter. The answer was correct, quickly moving to the third question.
He didn’t ask immediately because Jimmy seemed a bit upset; even over the phone, Tom could sense it.
“You… didn’t end up together, did you?” Tom Fritz tried to ask, concerned about his emotions.
Jimmy smiled bitterly this time. “Who doesn’t have a ‘white moonlight’ in their youth? Among all people, how many can marry their true love?”
Tom didn’t know how to comfort him; he wasn’t well-versed in matters of the heart.
Jimmy seemed to find someone to confide in. He had indeed drunk some wine tonight and had just quarreled with his wife; his mood wasn’t great.
“Tom, what’s the next question?” Jimmy didn’t want to waste his time.
“Are you okay?” Tom Fritz asked with concern.
“I’m fine. Ask the next question; let’s get your password back.”
“Your birthday.”
“0509, just four digits.”
Tom Fritz entered those four numbers and clicked submit. The verification was successful; it directly prompted him to enter a new password.
“It’s done. Thank you, Jimmy,” Tom Fritz was genuinely grateful. “And happy birthday.”
Jimmy felt incredibly touched by his attentiveness. Yes, today was May 9th.
“Thank you,” Jimmy couldn’t help but ask another question. “Tom, are you married?”
“Not yet,” Tom Fritz didn’t mind an old classmate asking about his personal life.
“Then don’t settle for less,” Jimmy said excitedly with a smile. “Make sure you marry the woman you truly love! The one you can’t live without! You’re wealthy; there shouldn’t be any obstacles. Good luck!”
But little did he know that even wealthy people have their troubles too.
The obstacle called Grandma was about to return soon.
“Thanks for your blessings and for the account. Let’s catch up sometime; give me a call beforehand.” Tom smiled warmly as he spoke.