My Little Arrival
Ch.2: Humbleness
As the next day dawned, I did not know about any of this. I was in my 4th hour English 11 class under the tutelage of Mr. Watson, watching my friend Kayla give a speech on her family. That was the assignment- to speak about a member of our family.
Before I continue, I should tell the reader about myself. My name is David Root. At the time, I was 16. I have light brown hair that is middle length, glasses, and blue eyes. I was about 185 pounds and 5 foot 8. My parents...
Anyways, as Kayla left the podium, I was called up. I confess to not being nervous. I liked public speaking. Heck, I was part of the school- Cheboygan High's- debate team!
I adjusted my glasses, smiling at my classmates from the bully pulpit, and began:
"It has been a few years now since my Great Grandpa passed into the eternal. Before he died, I was given his glasses, which I keep in my closet. I know it seems peculiar to focus on his glasses, but they are important.
Before he died, I was able to speak to him for a time. It was just the two of us. My Mom and Dad were at work, and my Grandma was as well. I recall him smiling at me as he showed me his paintings. He was fantastic in his work, taking his time over days as he sipped on his coffee.
One important thing I had known about his glasses was the left piece had a star crack in it. On this day, knowing that his time was short, I asked about it.
I had never seen my Grandpa so quiet. He gave me an important word of advice.
"Years ago, I remember watching the stars with Edith when one gazed at me so brightly, these glasses cracked. I never knew why, but there had to be a reason."
I stopped my speech to take a breath then. Later on, I would find out that he had left much out of the talk.
"When destiny comes for the dance" I continued, "Do not let it go away. We all have our dances, no matter how big or small. Edith's was as a bartender, mine was as a painter. Let the road guide you.", is what Grandpa said."
I stopped again, closing my eyes. If only I knew how prudent his words would become that evening.
"My Grandpa used his glasses to focus on his work. I'd like to say I have a creative side too. I didn't get to know him much- but I'd like to say that day I did a little bit. Thank you all."
I returned to my seat then quietly. Mr. Watson stroked his beard, his way of saying he was pleased.
That night, my Mom would make a promise from a deal we had made at Christmas the previous year. I would be getting a pony.
