The closest to true account of my life would be a person who went around helping/affecting others, but never knowing what he had done. Consequently said person has way too much of a solipsistic view of reality.

In following with N. American melodrama, a member of my far reaching past, having had his/her life completely reformed thanks to my unintentions, will come and see me, praising me beyond recognition.

Ignore the preceding paragraph, as it is just cynicism, rather than some sort of self-serving self-promotion :D