As I walked across the stage to the podium, I could see all of my supporters clapping and cheering – Streamers and confetti flying through the air, my thoughts were all over the place. I couldn’t believe I had made it thus far.
I walked to the microphone and tapped it – “Can you hear me?” I shouted. “I want to thank you all for your support! We did it!” The crowd roared even louder.
I looked out amongst the people. There was a story, I realized I must share with them. They quieted when I began to speak.
“I can remember the last 4th of July, I spent with my Grandfather as a child. I can still hear the waves crashing against the rocks and I can hear his quivering yet strong voice calling to me.” ‘Son, come here and stand next to your old Pa.’ He was a stoutly man; large, tall.” I paused in remembrance of the old fella.
“He held in one hand a small American Flag and a Sparkler, together. I looked up at them in anticipation of what was going to happen next.” ‘I want you to listen closely to what I have to say.’ “He spoke with sincerity and I trusted his words.” ‘The Fireworks represent the good times, A Commemoration of the sort. The Flag represents the people and when one American struggles, we all struggle. There is no need for a celebration then. Remember the pledge; One nation, under GOD with liberty and justice for ALL. Let what is right, always guide your footsteps. If you ever have the chance, be the one who slices the American pie so that every man, woman and child will be able to obtain it.’ “I watched closely as the sparkler fizzled out.” ‘Do not grow weary of doing good – Just as this sparkler diminished so can the contents of the heart if we don’t nourish it with the love it requires.’ “He bent down and looked me directly in my eyes. He kissed my forehead and I ran barefoot through the sand back to where My Grandmother was, not knowing his words would someday lead me here.”
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