My Past Life

The envelope was yellow with age, but the handwriting was unmistakably mine. The strange thing is that the postman told me he had orders to deliver it to me today, at the exact moment and place where I was. Naturally, I wondered:

"How is this possible?"

And part of the answer lay in the letter I was receiving. It read as follows:

"Dear Emett, I can't tell you exactly what will happen to you in the future to lead you to this situation, but I can tell you that you will end up traveling through time, to the past to be precise, to the year 1844. You should know that you will spend most of your life in this century working as a blacksmith, repairing carriages and wagons. Therefore, I advise you to educate yourself properly"