That is a tough act to follow. I always heard that you never want to share the stage with cute dogs or cuter kids.
But seeing my daughter dance with the rest of the ECP kids and our footballfriends warms my heart and reminds me why I love being here.
I’m grateful for the opportunity to say something today. Some of you may know that I’m writing an update of the school’s history. I think of the project as a thank-you to the school for all it has done for me – especially since my accident two years ago. But the truth is that very few people will read that story (and I’m generally optimistic), so I’m glad to have the chance to make my gratitude public. It occurred to me that in order to be truly grateful, I need to be aware of all the gifts people have given me. It seems almost impossible to keep
To be brief, there are a few groups of people I want to thank:
The school photo from 2019 should be a classic example of a school portrait. “Smile!” She said. “Chin to the side. Head back, shoulders down, chest out. Now take a deep breath, smile, and hold it! Hey! Looks great.” In this case, I felt thoroughly uncomfortable. I dressed in somewhat garish, bright clothing. Wearing a vest made for me in Shanghai of green faux velvet with a custom fitted salmon colored shirt and a white tie with faint polka dots. It looks like someone is holding a lollypop up above the camera for me to gaze at merrily. Using Photoshop liberally, the photo company editing my photo to put much more space between my eyebrows, erased most of my numerous wrinkles, and whitened my teeth so that I looked like a contestant for a George Hamilton look-a-like contest. I guess the yearbook advisor didn’t want to use it, so they reused the previous year’s photo.