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Fifteen minutes to share with you<br />

almost 20 years of my life. Fifteen<br />

minutes to tell you what has been<br />

the biggest factor in helping me get<br />

the most out of my involvement in<br />

the FFA. It's virtually an impossible<br />

task. The irony comes in the fact<br />

that we were put in this situation<br />

once as state officers; delivering our<br />

last "FFA Words." Now we have to<br />

do it again. The last time, I tried the<br />

ultimate when 1 pulled a big<br />

disappearing trick out of my<br />

suitcase. This time I don't have any<br />

illusions, but what I do have is<br />

something that is going to take you<br />

for the ride of your life!<br />

In the words of Dr. Seuss, "Oh,<br />

the Places You'll Go!" I have<br />

definitely been a lot of places this<br />

year, and every time I planned out a<br />

trip I focused on one thing. How do<br />

I get there from here? As you know<br />

from your traveling experiences,<br />

there are thousands of ways to reach<br />

your destination; from planes, trains,<br />

to automobiles! And today we are<br />

going to find out what mode of<br />

transportation is best to get you<br />

where you want to go.<br />

H Wherever your<br />

destination might<br />

be, everyone has<br />

their very own<br />

unique way that<br />

will work best to<br />

get them there.))<br />

"How Do I Get<br />

There From Here?"<br />

Corey Rosenbusch<br />

National FFA President<br />

Glen Rose, Texas<br />

FFA members-fasten those seat<br />

belts, hold on to that rope, strap in<br />

those feet, put on that helmet, and<br />

hold on for our trip to success. Let's<br />

get ready to have some fun!!<br />

What is my favorite way to get<br />

from point A to point B? Ok, I guess<br />

a Harley Davidson is not my style.<br />

Let me try something else. No, when<br />

I travel, I travel in style. You<br />

remember I said we all have places<br />

we want to go and there are<br />

thousands of ways to get there. Well,<br />

for me my destination was the top of<br />

the Smoky Mountains. That's right,<br />

point A was Gatlinburg, Tenn., and<br />

point B was the top of the Smoky<br />

Mountains. With the help of some<br />

state officers, we decided that the<br />

best way to reach our destination<br />

was to take mopeds to the top!<br />

One of the state officers, Kristie,<br />

and I jumped on one of the mopeds<br />

and took off first. We had eight<br />

people on four mopeds, but we lost<br />

the first two coming out of the<br />

parking lot when they hit a van in<br />

oncoming traffic. We were at the<br />

front and didn't notice, so we kept on<br />

going. Here we were heading up the<br />

mountain on our styling mopeds, and<br />

then it happened. It began to rain.<br />

At this point I was thinking what a<br />

brilliant idea this had been to take<br />

mopeds so we could get sopping wet.<br />

It only got worse because as we<br />

climbed the mountain, the tempera-<br />

ture dropped as we hit higher<br />

elevations. We were not only soaked,<br />

we were freezing as well. Actually we<br />

looked like the characters from<br />

"Dumb and Dumber".<br />

We finally reached the top, then it<br />

was time to head back. Being the<br />

*3Z<br />

gentlemen 1 am, I decided to offer<br />

Kristie the opportunity to drive,<br />

especially since she paid for half of<br />

the rental. It was only fair. I drove<br />

up, so she should get to drive down.<br />

We started down the hill. As we<br />

approached a sharp, 90-degree<br />

curve, I felt the bike start to wobble.<br />

Then I noticed we were crossing the<br />

yellow stripe. We lost control of a<br />

bike going 30 miles per hour, down<br />

a hill, on a curve with wet pavement,<br />

and I looked up to see a car coming<br />

toward us. I immediately developed<br />

that deer-m-the-headlights look.<br />

As my life flashed before my<br />

eyes—and when you're 20 it doesn't<br />

take long, it was basically one big<br />

blur of blue corduroy— I realized we<br />

were no longer traveling perpendicu-<br />

lar to the road. Instead we were<br />

traveling parallel.<br />

The bike had turned over, and<br />

Kristie and I were skidding across<br />

the pavement. We came to a stop<br />

only by slamming into a rock wall.<br />

I'll never forget my first words as I<br />

stood up from the wreck . . . "Cool."<br />

I turned to Kristie, who had served<br />

on the nominating committee which<br />

elected us the year before, and said,<br />

"I know you put me in office, but if<br />

you wanted to take me out, you<br />

didn't have to try to kill me!"<br />

In the end, other than this scar, a<br />

rather battered shirt, and a heavily<br />

damaged bike, we were both okay. I<br />

did learn one thing. Mopeds are not<br />

the best form of transportation for<br />

me to reach my destination.<br />

I decided to move onto other<br />

means of getting from one place to<br />

another. This time, the destination<br />

was the end of Lake Jackson in<br />

Georgia. Being the brave or stupid<br />

person that I am, I decided I would<br />

try this trip on skis. 1 had never<br />

skied before in my entire life, so I<br />

thought I would give it a try.<br />

Needless to say, that turned into a<br />

disastrous expenence as well. When<br />

1 let go of the rope, it hit me on the<br />

top of my foot. My foot was so badly<br />

injured that when I got in the boat I<br />

couldn't walk. I had to be carried<br />

out of the boat to the truck, and<br />

back into my room. It wasn't until<br />

5 a.m., after five hours in the<br />

emergency room, that I realized<br />

skiing wasn't for me. 1 did get to<br />

nde through the airport the next day<br />

in one of those wheel chairs though!<br />

I know now mopeds and water<br />

skis were not the best means to get<br />

from point A to point B. They were<br />

great for my travel companions, but<br />

what's important is what form of<br />

transportation is best for me. That's<br />

when 1 knew I must return to what I<br />

enjoy the most, which is cruising<br />

down the highway in my car. There's<br />

nothing like a road trip in a car. You<br />

have complete control over where<br />

you are going during your trip. You<br />

can stop as many times as you want,<br />

and you control the direction you<br />

want to go. Best of all, there's<br />

nothing like the thinking time you<br />

have when you drive!<br />

Maybe cars or trucks aren't your<br />

favorite way to get there from here.<br />

Maybe what best suits you is a taxi,<br />

or a Harley Davidson, or hang<br />

gliding, but wherever your<br />

destination might be, everyone has<br />

their very own unique way that will<br />

work best to get them there.<br />

And that is what I'm talking about<br />

when I refer to the struggle I had<br />

when I was writing my retiring<br />

address. 1 wanted so much to pick<br />

out the three most important things<br />

you could do as a person to help you<br />

reach your destination. That's when<br />

I realized that if I stood here and told<br />

you that you have to have a positive<br />

attitude, you have to be confident.

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