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The statue out of a stone....

Oct 2, 2024  |   4 min read

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Its little bit not ok, that I missed my coffee today. Yes ,today I have an meet catching up my old memories in my old school, said jabe to his wife and moves towards his park

Overhelmed with his first speech to the students of his old school as the meet was signed on night. Jabe was an popular bussines man and an member of a honourable royal society of London. He was an person with hyperactive disorder and a good at sports, it was his first visit to his own city after a long settling back in Phillipines. Jabe was fear of public speak and introvert too.

But signed up the programme without hesitation as it was asked by his markable proffesor who helped him out on his school days.

The car parked well and jabe puts his steps fastly to the office room puting his head down as there was a large crowd over there in today's programme. Jabe sat down on a wooden bench overthere and waits for his proffesor, suddenly he sees a shadow of old man whom he knows well and an unexpected love and smile over his face, it's proffesor smut who is always special to jabe in his list. Both hugged and shares their sense of happiness and respect, jabe asked him, sir I have this question blowing up my mind since night, 'why it was me' choosen by you for today's talk? asked jabe ,smut smiles over him and replied still you are nervous for onstage performance. Jabe replied sir, are you sure on placing me on stage today? Smut said sure and I hope it will not end up like a parent meet of 92nds batch. Both laughed remembering the meet a long ago, it was Jane's turn to speak on about his academics on his school fest. He was looking frustrated and anxious as he can't let the words come out of his mouth it was a unforgettable day and becomes a marked event in Jane's diary and on his memories, it may be a reason for his quick decision in this contract. Smut who helped jabe on that day, he helps him in his studies and sports too, remembering that jabe is always unique and special among the students as he is always a mystery box that never gets opened by his mates.

Jabe on his school days always a ground grass and not concentrating on his academics and loner,who was always poured down by his class proffesor and his mates ... Which made him to fell in fear of socialization and silence. Smut was very happy to see him after a successful marketing mark and a grown skinny boy.

Smut was sure that today jabe performance will lead young minds for sure, As he has something in him that made a cracked rock to a statue.

The students assembled and jabe was curious in seeing his old environment and little minds. Time moves and it's Jane's turn to pick up the stage. He cannot sit or do a work not max a minute as he started walking and stared his speech he speaks and a sound behind him , a champ , "sir it's you?". Our proffesor always mentions you over classes and fests.

Jabe with little smile looks smut and continuous his speech.

Jabe told," I surrender to you at first laughs , I am not good at speaking and today I am your entertainer" said jabe and he shares his memories and breaks on his school days. As everyone wonders how could that little poor boy is being successful in his career!.

On talking jabe said, "people every one here, now I would like to share the most important period in my life that made me a and here as a successful mark..."

" I never get motivated I always inspired by something, whether it may be anything.I am an image who lives in my own dream world since my childhood .I failed in my exams.I doubted myself in many situations in taking a wise decision and broken as mirror in some times....

But this rope named "Beleif" hangs me up every time and never lets me down.I signed this programme with an thought that something needs to be given back to my guardian angel my school days that made me with bitter situation ,paid back the rope as my pathfinder.

Here,I realised the power of Beleif and patience.you see the tree over there is my golden door.

It was my eighth grade ,a farmer who used to feed his cows and calves towing it over the tree.He ties th up morning feeds the and returns after evening,since I was in ground at that time sitting alone watching this.As school ends every one was in curious about the new calf that town that never comes easy to catch-up.

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