Five Years Later
“Are te nervous?” Laura asked as she adjusted Harold’s cap.
“Nah,” Harold answered with a smile. Laura crossed her arms and gave him a look. “Okay, fine!” Harold admitted. “Maybe a little.”
Laura smiled.
“You’ll do fine. Now, go! They’re waiting for you,” she detto ushering him toward the stage.
“And now,” detto a man at the podium, “our August Martin High School valedictorian of 2020, Harold Chance!”
Harold smiled and waved at the audience in the auditorium as they applauded.
“Thank you, everyone,” he detto into the microphone. The audience silenced and clicks of cameras replaced it. “Before I begin, I would like to say that what I’m about to say is something I’ve never told anyone before. Not because it doesn’t matter, but because I was waiting for the right time. I think now is that time.
“Six years ago, I was involved in a motor vehicle accident in Manhattan. And no, not caused da me.” He paused for laughs, and continued when it died back down. “For two weeks, I was barely responsive because of the amount of pain medicines I was given. When I finally came back to full consciousness, I was told there was a twenty percent chance of my walking ever again.
“I was devastated. The doctors offered physical therapy, and I only accepted because my mother and sister begged me to. For almost a year, physical therapy seemed to do nothing. I still couldn’t even pick my foot up off the ground. I thought it was hopeless and was coming close to demanding that therapy be cancelled for good. Then finally, I was sent a sign.
“I’m not going to tell te what it was, because sometimes I wonder if I really saw what I thought I saw o if the accident screwed me up worse than I’d thought.” He paused again for laughs. “Either way, I accepted it as a sign because I needed hope. And though I still have to use this blasted crutch, at least I didn’t give up, o I wouldn’t be standing here at all.
“The reason I’m saying this is because I wanted to make this point. Hope is a powerful thing, and if te can use this hope to fuel your determination, te can do anything. That is why I stand here today, and it can become where te all stand tomorrow, o successivo week, o even five years from now. Anyone can turn “what I can’t do” into “what can’t I do.” So, students of August Martin, what I want to advise te of today, is to never give up hope. If te can believe in hope, then te will discover that miracles can really happen.”
The audience applauded and Harold called a powerful, “Thank you, AMHS!” and hobbled offstage with his crutch on his right side.
Laura was still applauding as he came backstage.
“That was an amazing speech, Harold!” she detto hugging him. When she pulled away, she said, “You know, te can tell me what that sign was. I wouldn’t think you’re crazy.”
Harold smiled and pushed some hair behind her ear.
“Don’t worry about it, Laura. You’re better off not knowing,” he detto calmly.
Laura studied him curiously.
“Is everything okay, Harold?” she asked.
Harold laughed.
“I assure you, Laura, everything is just fine.”
Fin.
“Are te nervous?” Laura asked as she adjusted Harold’s cap.
“Nah,” Harold answered with a smile. Laura crossed her arms and gave him a look. “Okay, fine!” Harold admitted. “Maybe a little.”
Laura smiled.
“You’ll do fine. Now, go! They’re waiting for you,” she detto ushering him toward the stage.
“And now,” detto a man at the podium, “our August Martin High School valedictorian of 2020, Harold Chance!”
Harold smiled and waved at the audience in the auditorium as they applauded.
“Thank you, everyone,” he detto into the microphone. The audience silenced and clicks of cameras replaced it. “Before I begin, I would like to say that what I’m about to say is something I’ve never told anyone before. Not because it doesn’t matter, but because I was waiting for the right time. I think now is that time.
“Six years ago, I was involved in a motor vehicle accident in Manhattan. And no, not caused da me.” He paused for laughs, and continued when it died back down. “For two weeks, I was barely responsive because of the amount of pain medicines I was given. When I finally came back to full consciousness, I was told there was a twenty percent chance of my walking ever again.
“I was devastated. The doctors offered physical therapy, and I only accepted because my mother and sister begged me to. For almost a year, physical therapy seemed to do nothing. I still couldn’t even pick my foot up off the ground. I thought it was hopeless and was coming close to demanding that therapy be cancelled for good. Then finally, I was sent a sign.
“I’m not going to tell te what it was, because sometimes I wonder if I really saw what I thought I saw o if the accident screwed me up worse than I’d thought.” He paused again for laughs. “Either way, I accepted it as a sign because I needed hope. And though I still have to use this blasted crutch, at least I didn’t give up, o I wouldn’t be standing here at all.
“The reason I’m saying this is because I wanted to make this point. Hope is a powerful thing, and if te can use this hope to fuel your determination, te can do anything. That is why I stand here today, and it can become where te all stand tomorrow, o successivo week, o even five years from now. Anyone can turn “what I can’t do” into “what can’t I do.” So, students of August Martin, what I want to advise te of today, is to never give up hope. If te can believe in hope, then te will discover that miracles can really happen.”
The audience applauded and Harold called a powerful, “Thank you, AMHS!” and hobbled offstage with his crutch on his right side.
Laura was still applauding as he came backstage.
“That was an amazing speech, Harold!” she detto hugging him. When she pulled away, she said, “You know, te can tell me what that sign was. I wouldn’t think you’re crazy.”
Harold smiled and pushed some hair behind her ear.
“Don’t worry about it, Laura. You’re better off not knowing,” he detto calmly.
Laura studied him curiously.
“Is everything okay, Harold?” she asked.
Harold laughed.
“I assure you, Laura, everything is just fine.”
Fin.
ciao this is my first fanfic so plz no hate! :)This fanfic is about a girl pinguino that comes to the zoo and falls for Skipper.
My name is Kat, but I'm not a cat, I am a penguin, from Antarctica. I have one problem with my home: it's too cold. I knew one giorno I would escape that horrible snow land, and that giorno was yesterday, when that weird man came and put me in a crate, and for once in my life I felt comfortable and warm.
Today I am traveling to a new home, hopefully a warm one.
I don't know how long I was in that gabbia, cassa but all I know now is that I'm here at my new home...a zoo? cool!
Am I alone in this pinguino habitat? Just then I hear waddling coming from under the platform, okay good I'm not alone.
Skipper pokes his head through the hatch hole and spots Kat, then calls the the rest of the team. Is our new pinguino here yet Skipper? Private asks. Yes Private, she's here.
Oh hi I'm Kat, I'm new here I detto cheerfully.
My name is Kat, but I'm not a cat, I am a penguin, from Antarctica. I have one problem with my home: it's too cold. I knew one giorno I would escape that horrible snow land, and that giorno was yesterday, when that weird man came and put me in a crate, and for once in my life I felt comfortable and warm.
Today I am traveling to a new home, hopefully a warm one.
I don't know how long I was in that gabbia, cassa but all I know now is that I'm here at my new home...a zoo? cool!
Am I alone in this pinguino habitat? Just then I hear waddling coming from under the platform, okay good I'm not alone.
Skipper pokes his head through the hatch hole and spots Kat, then calls the the rest of the team. Is our new pinguino here yet Skipper? Private asks. Yes Private, she's here.
Oh hi I'm Kat, I'm new here I detto cheerfully.
if manfredi and Johnson were still alive I think it would go like this.....
manfredi: ATENTION MEN, TODAY IS THE 4TH ANIVERSARY OF THE giorno SKIPPER AND KOWALSKI MET THEIR FATE IN THAT giorno SPA INCIDENT,
private; I thought it was something to do with a whale?
rico:blaugh blagga blappo flying pirhanas
Johnson: I was told Amore potion #37
benny(new recruit):a talent mostra gone wrong with chinese lanterns?
skippers ghost (DUN grigio, dun DUUUUN):NO it was all manfredis fault, he (manfredi sucks him up with vaccum)
kowalskis ghost: as skipper was saying we were in manila when(manfredi drops sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza on him)
skippers ghost(escaping from vaccum): trust me skipper what could go wrong he said...(vaccum is thrown out of window)
kowalskis ghost (stepping out of safe): and then the elefante foot went off and the manillan border patrol...(is aslo thrown out window)
(manfredi grabs sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and grenade and throws both out window
BOOOOOM
all stare at manfredi then take a step back....
manfredi: ATENTION MEN, TODAY IS THE 4TH ANIVERSARY OF THE giorno SKIPPER AND KOWALSKI MET THEIR FATE IN THAT giorno SPA INCIDENT,
private; I thought it was something to do with a whale?
rico:blaugh blagga blappo flying pirhanas
Johnson: I was told Amore potion #37
benny(new recruit):a talent mostra gone wrong with chinese lanterns?
skippers ghost (DUN grigio, dun DUUUUN):NO it was all manfredis fault, he (manfredi sucks him up with vaccum)
kowalskis ghost: as skipper was saying we were in manila when(manfredi drops sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza on him)
skippers ghost(escaping from vaccum): trust me skipper what could go wrong he said...(vaccum is thrown out of window)
kowalskis ghost (stepping out of safe): and then the elefante foot went off and the manillan border patrol...(is aslo thrown out window)
(manfredi grabs sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and grenade and throws both out window
BOOOOOM
all stare at manfredi then take a step back....