An upper!

A friend of mine wrote a lovely description about me.. in an unrelated context but thought would put it up here..
you are an individual called j*****, born to a woman named s**** who had a different name earlier, and who grew up in a city called Bombay and who will probably develop very wierd eccentricities as age creeps up, and when all of this is gone - this job, this industry, these markets, this small little bit of personal history will still remain - in somebody's memory, or the stories being told to granchildren three generations down the line. You are somebody with history, with baggage, with sense and sensitivity, and have shown a knack for taking on responsibility and doing well at it.

Thanks, Annie.