[ WP ] You have the ability to Copy & Paste in real life ? What do you do ?

Here I stand, at the age of fifty, feeling as if life has passed me by. I barely had a job. I lived with friends. Needless to say I was childless and single. Hopelessly, I continued to let the regrets of missed opportunities pile up. I had been told dozens of times that if I just worked on my career or if I just did one thing differently it would all come together. They were right! There was one thing I needed to do differently in order to make things come together. I just did n't know what that one thing was. 
 
 Then it hit me. Back in my grade school days there was this very pretty girl who wanted me to ask her out. However, at the moment she voiced this desire another guy had entered the picture to ask her out for himself. She stepped back and gave me the option to ask her out first before she would accept his invitation. I froze. My veins cold as ice. I had thought after our fight the previous week we were done. I mean come on, she was cheating on me! 
 
 But we were kids and things happen. I had to think fast. I got angry and said I would n't. 
 
 What!? What the heck did I just say! I tried to change my answer but it was too late. She'd already accepted his invitation. Five-and-a-half months down the tube because of anxiety. Sheesh! 
 
 Then I realized something even more devastating! This was only the beginning of a string of times that I would treat her like that. 
 
 Yikes, I thought! Why should I even matter if I treat my best girl friend like dirt? And, so it began. The long dastardly road of despair for which I would never bounce back from. 
 
 There had to be hope I thought. But how? Then it hit me. I have seen other people erase regrets by copy & pasting their desired outcome over the original one. How they did this was the person who wanted to change a life event by copy & paste would receive a transcript of what they said in the course of their life up to that point via e-mail and recipients were given 48 hours to make the necessary adjustments. The only catch was they could only use their own transcript to find the phrase that would be used to copy & paste. 
 
 So, I requested my transcript when I got home. Two days later it came. I already knew what I was going to do. I was going to find the first time I actually did ask a girl out and copy & paste that into the conversation with her. I had to do some tedious researching. Geez! The sheer volume of how much we say in a single day let alone fifty years. Finally, I found it all. Got it fixed and sent it back. 
 
 The next morning. I got up expecting my life would be fixed. It was. I was younger, too. About 21, maybe? Anyway, I had a different house. A better job and a kid. But still no wife. I could n't believe it! What happened? As I raced around my bedroom looking for clues I found an envelope on the dresser. It was already opened and had a lot of moisture on it. Apparently, it was tears and goo! Agh! 
 
 I opened the envelope. In it was a picture of another girl. But, I knew her. She was beautiful. One of my high school crushes. Confused, I turned the picture over. It said'In loving memory of Bre lynn Smith September 17th, 1984- August 3rd, 2004. Then I remembered. Bre died in a car accident when I was 20.
