Proceedings, 1997
Proceedings, 1997
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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.