A Portrait of Someone Special To Me Michael Beall | Guest Writer
| Published 12/12/03
Graphic By: Jonelle C. Thackston
In our society, it takes a lot of unique and specific aspects to be
considered a beautiful person in the eyes not only of the beholder but
the general public as well. I was blessed two years ago when I was
delivered an angel. Her name is Sarah; I had noticed her beside the
punch bowl at a school dance.
I assumed she was waiting for someone, so I was hesitant. Then I
thought, "Um, no, forget that. I'll go in for the attack!"
Sarah was 5'1". She appeared to be very shy, but I introduced myself as
smoothly as I possibly could. I proceeded to give it my all and moved on
to another topic of my choice. After, reiterating each other's words we
engaged in a long slow dance.
After a moment of personal thought, I asked "Do you have any brothers or
sisters?" From this, other topics began to spark and rise up into the
conversation. Questions like "Do you have a boyfriend?" and "What do you
look for in a relationship?" came about. All of a sudden I noticed it
was 12 a.m. It was getting late; I knew I had to talk to this shining
star again. So, like many teenagers, we swapped digits and went on our
way. As I was walking away I noticed a certain glare or sparkle if you
will, shining out of the corners on her marvelous marble shaped eyes.
A few weeks passed and my shooting meteorite had not called back. I
didn't know what to think, except that I was in love with a girl I
didn't even know. I had pulled off the impossible. The phone rang and I
busted out of my bed like a lightning bolt. She asked me to meet her at
her house, so I thought, "Am I going to meet your ferocious parents or
get attacked by your neighbor's feeding-frenzied pit bull?"
With all of those difficult decisions to calibrate in my head, I had to
come up with an ultimatum.
"Let's go to the park instead."
As we were steadily pacing our way down the dusty sand-worn, gravel
path, we came to a checkpoint, which happened to be pull-ups. I am an
expert in the field of doing pull-ups, since I had broken all the
records for this certain skill at Manchester High School. My record was
35 pull-ups. She was smiling, but not at the air or birds flying around
in the bright blue sky. She was smiling at me.
I didn't have a mirror handy, but I'm sure I was as red as a stick of
Wrigley's Big Red chewing gum. Her eyes were like blue marbles with
white clouds surrounding the ends of her pupils. Her cheeks were
peachy-looking to the eye, and her blonde hair was flowing like a
galloping horse's mane. I was so stunned it felt like I had been zapped
in the back with a police stun-gun.
At that very exact moment in time, my eyes began to water; tears were
streaming like waterfalls. She had blinded me with her beauty and
sophisticated looks.
From that point on, I have never quite looked at her the same way as I
did two years ago on that first autumn day. Those first two years went
by as fast as a shuttle blasting off towards outer space. From the time
I had met Sarah, I was going through some rough times in my life, but no
matter how severe or upsetting the events may be, she brought a sense of
positivity everywhere she went.
She made me challenge my boundaries and made me make the most out of
life. Sarah helped me to move on when I was feeling depressed and to
think positive no matter what the circumstance. She told me to always
remember that my situations could be worse. Thanks to Sarah's hard work
and dedication, I cleaned up my childish ways.
Before, I never closely observed this fascination that I had with this
special young lady; to me, she was obviously the one for me. Now we're
in college, and we aren't able to be together. Through thick and thin,
this angel has always come through in the end. She is a true portrait of
perfection. Without her, I may have never intentionally recognized
beauty in its finest and natural state. As a result of our relationship,
I am now a harder worker and more successful citizen in this community.
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Michael wants to be "Van Wilder."
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