We all have someone who has tapped our breaks-
a person who slowed our roll just as we were getting started.
For me it was this guy my freshman year in college.
I couldn't even tell you his name. Just a guy. We'll call him
Peter. Who was in my Intro to Acting class, and who said,
"You don't even know what a beat is? Jesus Christ!
I thought you said you had acted!" And I had. Eight shows
in high school (the lead in 4). A couple of side projects.
I won a couple of local awards and had my picture
in the paper. I'd even had inquiries from a different school's
theater program. They said I was good, so yeah, I was
a little bit excited to continue on in college, keep up the love,
but in a critical year of redefinitions and the darker water
of deeper ponds, in the moment where the rubber hits
the road, some skinny, pale, curly-haired dude in a hoodie
can roll his eyes and change your reflection in the mirror.
I dropped the class that afternoon, too afraid to face
what I might not become, and you could say this is
a story meant to illustrate failure and regret, but to me
it is an origin story, the rock upon which I build my church.
Be courageous, my children, and create! Believe today
that the risks you take are worth the trying! Take heart!
For you will only grow in your good works!
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