Post by The Kneeling Disciple on Apr 14, 2009 12:35:52 GMT -5
It’s a calm Spring day in Scranton, California, and The Kneeling Disciple is sitting on his side walk in front of his nice home, in a relatively nice neighborhood. A nice car is in the driveway, probably a nice Honda, definately recent. A 2008 Accord to be exact. The lawn is nicely mowed, and a lawn mower sits in the front yard as if it was used quite recently. very young children are playing catch accross the street, and little girls are in the yard next to that playing with an adorable small white corgi wrapped in some bandages. The sight is something you would expect to see in a homesellers magazine. It's basically the perfect haven for anyone to live if they want a nice and peaceful atmosphere. The Kneeling Disciple lays in the grass and stares up into the sky and breaths a sigh of pure bliss. Grasshoppers are frolicking in the yard like a flock of sheep being led to their barn for a nice and delicious feast of wheat and grains. The Kneeling Disciple sits up and admires the beatiful suburbs once again.
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This place is the most beautiful place I could have ever imagined. When I was growing up I never once thought I would ever live in a fantastic neighborhood like this. I really really didn't. I was so sure that I was going to end up just like my parents and live in a small town house and work in the local convenience stores. Not once did I ever imagine having such a fantastic residence. In high school, I was never very good at Science, not at all. I actually had to retake Biology twice (Laughing to himself). No, school was absolutely not the thing I was best at, in fact, I almost dropped out a couple of times, but I had one person, one magical person keep me in, and make me believe that I could do it.
The Kneeling Disciple stands up and brushes the grass off of his jeans. He places his hands on his side and just looks out through all of the nice yards and smiles to himself. He just stands for a few moments, then he starts to walk. He motions the camera to follow him on his stroll.
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Mrs. Nate. She was my Physical Science teacher. Everyday I would come to class, sigh, and then put my head on my desk and just go off to sleep. Everytime I laid my head down, she would hit my hand with a ruler. At the beggining, I didn't like her, not one bit. She always got onto me for sleeping and not turning in my assignments. None of my other teachers ever cared if I slept, some of them even condoned it, but not Mrs. Nate. She made sure that every negative action I had would come back at me twice as hard. She called my mother on me almost every week at least once for not paying attention and talking while she was talking. I thought she hated my guts, I could have sworn she did. One day, she overheard me talking to my friend that I told I wanted to drop out. She slammed her ruler on my desk and screamed 'You're going to stay after school today, do you understand me?!'. I thought she was going to kill me, haha. I was going to skip and not see her after class at all, but I knew that she'd send me to the principals office if I did that, so I went after school just like she asked me.
The camera is following The Kneeling Disciple as he walks and talks. The Kneeling Disciple walks past a basketball court close to the lake in his neighborhood where a bunch of teenagers are standing in a circle smoking. The Kneeling Disciple looks at his watch and the watch says '10:30 AM'. The Kneeling Disciple pauses and looks at the kids, they don't notice him. He just stares at them for awhile and looks down to the ground and shakes his head in disapointment. He continues to walk foward and tries not to look back.
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Skipping. They're skipping school again. Almost three times a week I walk by here and see those same five kids skipping. I was hoping that maybe they would just not show up at the basketball court. Maybe they'd stay in school and not skip. But no, almost everyday I see those same kids standing out here with no motivation, and no cause. I was just like them. Mrs. Nate told me after school that day that I wasn't going to go anywhere when I got older. She told me that I was just going to sink down to the bottom of the barrel while everyone else rises to the top. She told me that she believed in me, and she told me that if I pulled myself together I would be able to come out on top of my class and make a name for myself and not end up lazy like my parents. She was harsh. Extremely harsh. But she did what nobody else was going to do. She cared about me. She tried her hardest and made so many valiant efforts to get me to focus on my work and try my best. I ended up staying after school that day for three hours with Mrs. Nate, and she taught me everything about physics that I didn't understand. I studied and studied until my brain hurt, and sure enough, after countless of weekends that I'd study instead of hang out with my friends, I made it to the top of my class. I was number 4 out of everyone in my entire class. Out of every student in my grade, I was one of the best, all because I had a push, a person to tell me that I am wasting my time sitting around doing nothing. Look at me now. Because of her I am working for NASA, I am making a decent wage, and I am doing something I have dreamed of my entire life. I honestly couldn't be any happier than I am right now. It's all because of her. She still sticks with me to this day, during the death of Steve, and especially in wrestling. Whenever I am put in matches where I don't think I can do it, and it just seems useless to try, I remember Mrs.Nate.
The Kneeling Disciple into a rather beautiful park and sits down in one of the gazebos. The basketball court can still be seen in the background, and the Kneeling Disciple has his eyes deadlocked on it. He tries not to look, but he can't help himself. He talks to the camera, without removing his eyes from the basketball court in the distance.
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I am going to face a lot of talent this Sunday in Denver. Ironic name for a paperview huh? Last Man Standing. It brings me back to high school. The last man standing is the top of the class, he will be placed on a stool high above our heads and he will be known as the number 1 in the entire class. Back in high school, and even college, I tried my hardest, and I would always end up as number 4 or 5 out of everybody. I would push my self to very limit that I could possibly go, and I would still fall a few numbers short. I have a lot of people who are number ones in this match Sunday night. A lot of people who are in a higher class than I am. Logan Black, Daniel Fenrir, Adams, Benito, and my good friend Ronald Williams are all making it big. They are making their way to the top while I have been fighting against people who don't even have the spirit to stay in the business after suffering a loss. These are not going to be easy oponents. They are top of the class material. I think about it and wonder "What's the point?". But everytime I think that thought a familier voice comes into my head that screams "You're not going to get anywhere in life by sitting around doing nothing!" and whenever I hear that horrifying scream of Mrs. Nate, I can't help but smile. This is going to be the hardest thing I have ever done, because here, being 4th or 5th in the class isn't going to cut it like it did back when I was in school. I have to study more than ever before. I have to make sure my strength is just enough to pull myself to be the last man standing, to be the top of my class. I feel like this is the best way I can show Mrs. Nate that I have learned so much from her. I feel like this is the only way I can let Steve no that I am going on with him in my spirit and heart, and that I am going on stronger than ever just like he'd want me to. I have reached the stars so far, but the stars aren't as high as the top of the class.
The Kneeling Disciple, still staring at the Basketball Court, stands up. He walks over to the entrance/exit of the gazebo and looks out. He leans up against the post and smiles.
[glow=red,2,300]-The Kneeling Disciple-[/glow]
Some people just don't get as lucky as me I guess. Not everyone has someone like Mrs. Nate to just walk up to them and show some aggression, some real desire for good. People who don't have someone like that are probably going to sit around their whole lives doing nothing more than be ignored. They will do nothing more than sit on the court when they have amazing opprotunity's in front them to become something amazing, something like me. Some people never have the chance to have someone who will come up to them and tell them to get their shit together...
The Kneeling Disciple looks at the camera and smiles.
[glow=red,2,300]-The Kneeling Disciple-[/glow]
Today is not going to be one of those days.
The Kneeling Disciple puts his hand in his pockets and walks towards the basketball court with his hands in his pockets and a big smile on his face. The camera stays behind at the gazebo and watches our hero as he walks up to the basketball court, approaching the teenagers inside of it. The Kneeling Disciple enters the court and sits down with the teenagers. The camera fades out on our hero trying to make the world a better place, at least for one more person.
[glow=red,2,300]- The Kneeling Disciple -[/glow]
This place is the most beautiful place I could have ever imagined. When I was growing up I never once thought I would ever live in a fantastic neighborhood like this. I really really didn't. I was so sure that I was going to end up just like my parents and live in a small town house and work in the local convenience stores. Not once did I ever imagine having such a fantastic residence. In high school, I was never very good at Science, not at all. I actually had to retake Biology twice (Laughing to himself). No, school was absolutely not the thing I was best at, in fact, I almost dropped out a couple of times, but I had one person, one magical person keep me in, and make me believe that I could do it.
The Kneeling Disciple stands up and brushes the grass off of his jeans. He places his hands on his side and just looks out through all of the nice yards and smiles to himself. He just stands for a few moments, then he starts to walk. He motions the camera to follow him on his stroll.
[glow=red,2,300]-The Kneeling Disciple-[/glow]
Mrs. Nate. She was my Physical Science teacher. Everyday I would come to class, sigh, and then put my head on my desk and just go off to sleep. Everytime I laid my head down, she would hit my hand with a ruler. At the beggining, I didn't like her, not one bit. She always got onto me for sleeping and not turning in my assignments. None of my other teachers ever cared if I slept, some of them even condoned it, but not Mrs. Nate. She made sure that every negative action I had would come back at me twice as hard. She called my mother on me almost every week at least once for not paying attention and talking while she was talking. I thought she hated my guts, I could have sworn she did. One day, she overheard me talking to my friend that I told I wanted to drop out. She slammed her ruler on my desk and screamed 'You're going to stay after school today, do you understand me?!'. I thought she was going to kill me, haha. I was going to skip and not see her after class at all, but I knew that she'd send me to the principals office if I did that, so I went after school just like she asked me.
The camera is following The Kneeling Disciple as he walks and talks. The Kneeling Disciple walks past a basketball court close to the lake in his neighborhood where a bunch of teenagers are standing in a circle smoking. The Kneeling Disciple looks at his watch and the watch says '10:30 AM'. The Kneeling Disciple pauses and looks at the kids, they don't notice him. He just stares at them for awhile and looks down to the ground and shakes his head in disapointment. He continues to walk foward and tries not to look back.
[glow=red,2,300]-The Kneeling Disciple-[/glow]
Skipping. They're skipping school again. Almost three times a week I walk by here and see those same five kids skipping. I was hoping that maybe they would just not show up at the basketball court. Maybe they'd stay in school and not skip. But no, almost everyday I see those same kids standing out here with no motivation, and no cause. I was just like them. Mrs. Nate told me after school that day that I wasn't going to go anywhere when I got older. She told me that I was just going to sink down to the bottom of the barrel while everyone else rises to the top. She told me that she believed in me, and she told me that if I pulled myself together I would be able to come out on top of my class and make a name for myself and not end up lazy like my parents. She was harsh. Extremely harsh. But she did what nobody else was going to do. She cared about me. She tried her hardest and made so many valiant efforts to get me to focus on my work and try my best. I ended up staying after school that day for three hours with Mrs. Nate, and she taught me everything about physics that I didn't understand. I studied and studied until my brain hurt, and sure enough, after countless of weekends that I'd study instead of hang out with my friends, I made it to the top of my class. I was number 4 out of everyone in my entire class. Out of every student in my grade, I was one of the best, all because I had a push, a person to tell me that I am wasting my time sitting around doing nothing. Look at me now. Because of her I am working for NASA, I am making a decent wage, and I am doing something I have dreamed of my entire life. I honestly couldn't be any happier than I am right now. It's all because of her. She still sticks with me to this day, during the death of Steve, and especially in wrestling. Whenever I am put in matches where I don't think I can do it, and it just seems useless to try, I remember Mrs.Nate.
The Kneeling Disciple into a rather beautiful park and sits down in one of the gazebos. The basketball court can still be seen in the background, and the Kneeling Disciple has his eyes deadlocked on it. He tries not to look, but he can't help himself. He talks to the camera, without removing his eyes from the basketball court in the distance.
[glow=red,2,300]-The Kneeling Disciple-[/glow]
I am going to face a lot of talent this Sunday in Denver. Ironic name for a paperview huh? Last Man Standing. It brings me back to high school. The last man standing is the top of the class, he will be placed on a stool high above our heads and he will be known as the number 1 in the entire class. Back in high school, and even college, I tried my hardest, and I would always end up as number 4 or 5 out of everybody. I would push my self to very limit that I could possibly go, and I would still fall a few numbers short. I have a lot of people who are number ones in this match Sunday night. A lot of people who are in a higher class than I am. Logan Black, Daniel Fenrir, Adams, Benito, and my good friend Ronald Williams are all making it big. They are making their way to the top while I have been fighting against people who don't even have the spirit to stay in the business after suffering a loss. These are not going to be easy oponents. They are top of the class material. I think about it and wonder "What's the point?". But everytime I think that thought a familier voice comes into my head that screams "You're not going to get anywhere in life by sitting around doing nothing!" and whenever I hear that horrifying scream of Mrs. Nate, I can't help but smile. This is going to be the hardest thing I have ever done, because here, being 4th or 5th in the class isn't going to cut it like it did back when I was in school. I have to study more than ever before. I have to make sure my strength is just enough to pull myself to be the last man standing, to be the top of my class. I feel like this is the best way I can show Mrs. Nate that I have learned so much from her. I feel like this is the only way I can let Steve no that I am going on with him in my spirit and heart, and that I am going on stronger than ever just like he'd want me to. I have reached the stars so far, but the stars aren't as high as the top of the class.
The Kneeling Disciple, still staring at the Basketball Court, stands up. He walks over to the entrance/exit of the gazebo and looks out. He leans up against the post and smiles.
[glow=red,2,300]-The Kneeling Disciple-[/glow]
Some people just don't get as lucky as me I guess. Not everyone has someone like Mrs. Nate to just walk up to them and show some aggression, some real desire for good. People who don't have someone like that are probably going to sit around their whole lives doing nothing more than be ignored. They will do nothing more than sit on the court when they have amazing opprotunity's in front them to become something amazing, something like me. Some people never have the chance to have someone who will come up to them and tell them to get their shit together...
The Kneeling Disciple looks at the camera and smiles.
[glow=red,2,300]-The Kneeling Disciple-[/glow]
Today is not going to be one of those days.
The Kneeling Disciple puts his hand in his pockets and walks towards the basketball court with his hands in his pockets and a big smile on his face. The camera stays behind at the gazebo and watches our hero as he walks up to the basketball court, approaching the teenagers inside of it. The Kneeling Disciple enters the court and sits down with the teenagers. The camera fades out on our hero trying to make the world a better place, at least for one more person.