Proceedings, 1997
Proceedings, 1997
Proceedings, 1997
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I remember sitting right here in this<br />
section of this auditorium with the<br />
other members of the Midway FFA<br />
Chapter at my first national<br />
convention and the feeling I had the<br />
first time I saw over 10,000 blue and<br />
gold jackets around me. I felt chills<br />
the first time I was a part of the<br />
chanting of the letters "F-F-A, F-F-<br />
A," and 1 remember how fun it was<br />
to be a part of the wave that circled<br />
the auditorium.<br />
1 remember watching the tiny<br />
people on stage and hearing the<br />
speeches given and the awards<br />
presented. 1 remember being bored<br />
and squishing the speakers on stage<br />
with my thumb and forefinger. I<br />
remember thinking "How could I<br />
stand on this very stage and do the<br />
things I saw?" I wondered if it would<br />
ever be possible.<br />
Years later I would sit in this<br />
section of the convention floor,<br />
waiting for the announcement of the<br />
new national officer team. My palms<br />
were sweaty and my heart was<br />
"When You're Out of Worms"<br />
Ray Starling<br />
National FFA Vice President— Eastern Region<br />
Autryville, N.C.<br />
pounding so fast that I could hear it<br />
over the speaker. Time stood still as<br />
slowly the names of the national<br />
officers were called and nobody<br />
heard my name... nobody, including<br />
me.<br />
At first I held up pretty well, but<br />
within a few minutes, several of my<br />
best friends; Josh, Shane, George and<br />
Matt; came over to console me and<br />
reality began to set in. I did not hear<br />
my name called. The session<br />
adjourned and 1 finally found my<br />
mother and brother, and to my<br />
surprise, 1 wasn't the only one<br />
crying. My mom, of course had tears<br />
streaking down her face, but as I<br />
approached my 250-pound brother, I<br />
realized that he, too, was crying. As<br />
tears continued to fall from my face,<br />
I found myself in a big bear hug,<br />
embraced by my brother. Without a<br />
word said, I had experienced one of<br />
the greatest events of my life. The<br />
tears continued to fall, but I was at<br />
the height of contentment. Even<br />
though my name wasn't called on<br />
HC<br />
stage that day, the love my family<br />
and friends shared with me will<br />
never be forgotten. To me, it was<br />
worth more than any blessing I may<br />
have gotten from hearing my name<br />
up on stage. You see, even though I<br />
didn't get elected to national FFA<br />
office two years ago, I did get the<br />
blessing of realizing the love and<br />
support my family and friends were<br />
so eager to provide.<br />
Life is full of blessings that come<br />
when things aren't going as we<br />
planned or as we wished. The<br />
problem is that too often in life we<br />
are only concerned with what we<br />
want, when we want it, and how<br />
quickly we can get it. We don't take<br />
time to realize that there is a plan<br />
and that sometimes we have to listen<br />
very carefully to hear our names<br />
called.<br />
Hugging my brother and<br />
momma and sharing our pam<br />
together taught me that even tough<br />
times could provide blessings. By<br />
the same token, so did fishing<br />
down at my papas pond on<br />
Sunday afternoons with my daddy<br />
and brothers.<br />
Steve, Willi, and I would fish for<br />
hours, while daddy sat on the<br />
bucket that was supposed to hold<br />
the many "big ones" we hoped to<br />
catch. I often remember daddy<br />
telling me that 1 couldn't catch<br />
anything without bait, or while my<br />
hook was out of the water.<br />
Sometimes my line became caught<br />
on a stump or root in the pond,<br />
and sometimes the trees up above<br />
would get in my way as I tried to set<br />
a new record in how far I could cast<br />
my line. I learned that extra weight<br />
always made it go farther - even<br />
without the worm! Many times I<br />
would do a poor job putting the<br />
worm on the hook, and after a few<br />
minutes, it would fall off, or a small<br />
fish would take it off of the hook.<br />
Regardless of whether we caught a<br />
lot or not a single fish, the day<br />
passed by rather quickly. 1 recall<br />
how we felt as the sun began to set,<br />
the air began to cool, and the<br />
reflection off the pond grew dim.<br />
We began to run out of worms and<br />
we knew that for another week, our<br />
fishing expenence had drawn to a<br />
close. Without worms, we couldn't<br />
fish, even if we were having good<br />
luck, or thought that just a few more<br />
minutes might bring in the big one.<br />
Finally, daddy would rise from his<br />
seated position on the bucket and<br />
prepare to go. Even though we all<br />
dreaded having to head back up the<br />
hill toward home, we knew granny<br />
and papa's house waited up top for<br />
us. Inside, we knew there was<br />
something that would make the<br />
conclusion of our trip worthwhile.<br />
Once the poles were up and our<br />
hands were clean, we would run<br />
inside to the small white cabinet,<br />
where papa and granny always had<br />
plenty of Little Debbie Oatmeal<br />
Creme Pies waiting for us to raid.<br />
Sometimes I would eat two, three,<br />
and one Sunday, even four! Even<br />
though I dreaded the fact that<br />
another Sunday had passed away<br />
and our fishing was over with, I<br />
enjoyed my time up at the house<br />
eating Little Debbies and listening to<br />
stories told by my dad and<br />
grandparents.