The 'Trail of History' to my doorstep

Another strange coincidence in my life involved a tale of remarkable people connected to my life. My mother was orphaned at 4 and her guardian was one of FDR's 'brain trusters', in some ways Roosevelt's closest confident...a progressive ideologically. I decided to research his life for some possible media outlet. As the FDR years passed my mother's guardian moved to the right and became one of the leading cabal that brought down Henry Wallace in the 1944 election. As FDR's vice president in 1944, Wallace would have become President Wallace instead of who America got; President Truman. As such, the cold war may never have existed with all it's consequences. But my mothers guardian could not use 'leftistism' to bring down Wallace, not in 1944. So a strange friendship in Wallace's life was used. It was his 'Dear Guru' letter that was used to ridicule Wallace into defeat. The Guru in this case was Nicholas K. Roerich, a spiritual teacher of Wallace. Roerich was a Russian mystic ex-patriot living in New York. He was a gifted painter, philosopher and international influence. As vice president, Wallace (a former Secretary of Agriculture) was sent by Roosevelt to Mongolia to see if he could find desert grasses that could be brought back and used to combat the 'dust bowl'. On the trip in the fall of 1935 Roerich joined him. (Some said it was a secret intelligence trip). It was then that Wallace's guru suggested that he use his influence with FDR to get the now famous. 'pyramid and eye' put on the dollar bill. So in December of 1935 it was done on the month of my birth. Imagine Roerich getting the pyramid and the eye on the dollar bill the same month I was born. Now my research was intrigued by Roerich, so I visited his museum on Riverside Drive in Manhattan, a few blocks from my apartment. On the second floor was a glass encased collection of his books, mostly written the the Russian Cyrillic Alphabet. And there it was, his autobiography bound in a leather cover with his initials embossed 2 inches high. Nicholas K. Roerich, N.K.R....only it was printed in the Cyrillic as H.K.P. ...MY initials staring me right in the eye...HKP. From mother who brought me into life...to her Guardian who rescued her life...to his political enemy Henry Wallace who could have changed the world...to his spiritual guru Nicholas K. Roerich who might have changed the world...to the initials of my humble name...HKP. One of the amazing coincidences of my life.