My name is Ricky Todd Reid, and today I am a graduate. I have surprised many people by choosing the path that I have. Those who know me thought that I would never choose this, that I would choose anything but this. Those who know me best – my parents and their team and their children, my family is what they all are – have always known that there was never anything for me to choose but this. It didn't take a profiler to figure that out.
And though I surprised many people, it was always an easy choice for me, almost as if there was no choice at all. Don't get me wrong when I say that either, I have no problems with that and I mean it in the best way possible. There really never has been any other option in my mind. This one was such a great option, such a great fit for me, that there was no reason to consider any other choice. After all, why should I?
Without a doubt, if I had grown up with only mu parents around, I would be going down a much different path. I'd probably be a technological geek, another doctor, or a computer whiz or something. But I didn't have just them, I have Derek Morgan. And that is – no, he is – why I have chosen college football.
Today I am just a normal, eighteen year old high school graduate in Virginia. Tomorrow I will be taking my first step towards a place in the football hall of fame. Or coaching Little League, but, hey, I might as well stay positive. After all, I'm a Reid, which means I must be unusually great, right?
This is the EPILOGUE story of sorts for my Leah/Reid series, and, contrary to what I promised in "No One Likes Funerals," it will be a multi-chapter of drabbles about each of the kids in the series, including a lot of time-jumping, unfortunately, but hopefully it won't get confusing. Please review and make my day! Thanks!:)