Earl was an employee of the Hughes Power Plant in California (USA). He liked his mundane job but dreamed of being an airline pilot. Earl never made any real strides towards realizing this fantastic goal. He had a large collection of Daredevil (Marvel Comics) books, which he read to pass the time and 'transcend' any regrets he had in life about not becoming an airline pilot. Earl never married and lived a very uneventful life.
One day, Earl's boss called him into his office. This was the first time Earl was ever called into the head-honcho's main office. Earl wondered why he was suddenly getting top-level attention. His boss told him, "We'd like you to take a position in our new wind-energy farm in Northern California." Earl liked this new offer (which actually sounded like a simple transfer-mandate) and took the job.
The wind farm for the Hughes company was rather impressive. There were about ten tall mechanical windmills, rotating and converting wind power into mechanical energy, for efficient electricity. Earl was not too knowledgeable about sustainable energy research, but he was very happy in this new job. His little bureaucrat's office had a terrific view of the rotating windmills.
One weekend, Earl was asked to stay late for an all-night energy calculation assignment. He brought coffee and some pumpkin pie and one of his Daredevil (Marvel Comics) books to pass the time. There were only two other employees in the entire office building, and Earl was basically alone in his section. The hours passed away, and Earl diligently logged in the measurements on the power-counter.
As sunrise approached, Earl was satisfied he had done a good night's work. He finished his comic book about halfway and finished his snacks. Earl was ready to go home (his shift ended at 8 a.m.), when suddenly something very strange caught Earl's eye.
As Earl stared out the window of his office, he thought he saw a man dressed in what seemed to be a Daredevil superhero outfit climbing one of the windmills. The man was using some sophisticated rope-and-grip device and seemed to be wearing special climbing gloves. Earl couldn't believe he was witnessing this. He was about to call the security desk when suddenly the Daredevil-outfitted man stared into Earl's office window; stranger still, the man's eyes started to give off a yellowish glow. As Earl stared at this man and his glowing yellow eyes which seemed to be fixed on his office window, he hesitated in calling the security desk and wondered what this man was doing.
Earl continued to observe the man. The man had placed some kind of small but powerful light on the top of the windmill he climbed. He then scurried away and more or less disappeared. Earl then called the security desk and reported what he saw. The man was nowhere to be found. Earl was happy he did his part and went home. This incident was not spoken off too much by people in the office. Earl told no one about the man's glowing yellow eyes.
Three weeks later, a newspaper column surfaced which presented this Daredevil man's special windmill mission. The column read, "I, Daredevil, had placed a light onto the top of one of the Hughes company wind-farm windmills when it seemed an office employee spotted me from inside his window. I imagine this employee was not too interested in eco-activism, which is what I was interested in and why I did what I did. However, this office employee surely remembers my glowing synthetic eyes!" Earl wondered if this Daredevil-copycat was going to stalk him, so he requested his office issue a public statement, "I, Earl, am inspired by the positive aspect of this Daredevil-copycat's eco-activism gesture and assure him that the Hughes company cares about sustainable energy! We hope future eco-dialogue will be less criminal!"
About one month later, Earl received a strange letter in his office mailbox. The sender was a man named Thomas Right (from Virginia). Earl opened the letter and to his surprised found that it read, "I'm the Daredevil copycat you issued that official Hughes press statement about. Remember my glowing yellow eyes? Realize your own dream Earl and become an airline pilot!" Earl was pale with confusion. How did this man know about his private airline-pilot aspiration? Earl had never disclosed this secret dream to anyone! Earl realized this man must have been some kind of an angel (or ghost). Earl retired from the Hughes company, believing that he had seen the real Daredevil.