Don’t let anything stand in your way
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|Terre Haute, IN: Tanglewood|
Marietta led Arthur across the deck and down the gangway towards the cabins below.
The captain’s quarters of the Elkhart shimmered with polished brass, hand-rubbed mahogany, and sparkling crystal. A large bed covered with an inviting feather comforter nearly filled the room. The piano music brightened the warm air. Marietta sat down on one corner of the bed and motioned for Arthur to sit beside her.
“Wouldn’t it be great to have all this?” she asked. “Wouldn’t you just love to take this beautiful ship out for a sail whenever you wanted to?”
“It would be nice,” Arthur said, sitting on the bed. “When I own a boat like this, it will be because I own some really cool company of my own. Something I start from scratch. Something that everyone else wishes they were doing.” He smiled. Decide what you want, his father had said, and then go for it. Don’t let anything stand in your way.
“And as the owner and president,” Marietta said, fussing with her hair, “you’d do things to make it all worthwhile—like go golfing all over the world, and have servants cook and clean for you, and drive really fast cars. Or better yet, hire a chauffeur and make him drive really fast!”
Arthur smiled. “And I’ll have a mansion on an island somewhere, and the only way to get to it is by boat. And I’d live out there, and I’d write fantastic novels, and I’d fly my own plane around to inspect my companies, and I’d give money to the library and the school and the Little League in town, and everyone there would think I was great. And then, when I died, I’d be buried in the little cemetery overlooking the harbor, and teachers would bring elementary-school students out to see my grave, and they would talk about me for hundreds of years, and the whole island would be preserved as a museum until one day, without warning, it disappeared into the sea and was never seen again.”
Marietta stared at him. “You’re kind of strange, you know that?” she said, a perplexed scowl flashing briefly across her face. “That is really bizarre. Fortunately, I happen to like bizarre guys. Especially when they’re Captain.” She pressed against his side and looked directly into his hazel eyes.
Extract from the book 68 Knots
By Michael Robert Evans
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Terre Haute, IN : Tanglewood, 2007.
Call No.: Y English EVA
Extract contributed by Manemegalai d/o Annamalai, Associate Librarian
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“Decide what you want, his father had said, and then go for it. Don’t let anything stand in your way.” We often hear these words of encouragement – do you think they are helpful?