Post by twilight on Sept 6, 2018 14:16:31 GMT -5
1889. My name was Robert, I was born in 1871. My parents were John and Roberta Timeu. I was named after my mother if you couldn't tell. We lived in Raleigh, North Carolina. We were tobacco farmers. It was a good business and we were well off. One of the few lives I ever had where my family and I did not have to worry about money.
Summers were extreme though. We had extreme hot summers and mosquitoes and horseflies to boot. And when winters came, we were buried under snow. It was always one extreme or the other. But in March and April for two glorious months we had a bit of good weather, it wasn't hot and it wasn't cold just nice and cool. Kind of months where you could sleep all day and hope no one woke you up.
One cool March day, a fire broke up at the barns. Someone might have been smoking and either a match of pipe wasn't turned off correctly and next thing we know half our fields are going up in literally smoke.
We pull the wagons along the fire and we had a makeshift hydro pipes setup, the hoses would pump water out of the wells and creeks and rivers all along our properties. But the fire was gaining strength. And once fire gets some muscle behind it, its extremely difficult to stop it. Everyone was working together to put a stop to it. And if we didn't stop it, it would soon run into the living section of our farm. We had families living there, women and children, and if that section burned down so many would be left without possessions or anywhere to live or sleep.
I grabbed one of the houses and climbed a large barn the one still untouched by the fire. I climbed up to the top and we worked all night to put out that fire. I wish I could say we won, we didn't, not for the most part. Now this story is different. I did not perish that night, unlike most of my lives. That night I crashed through the roof after fire had damaged it and I broke my back. I was not able to walk the rest of my life. I lived three more years after that accident. But those three years were different. During that time I dedicated myself to my studies. I researched new and safer ways to keep fires from doing the same. We instituted the first fire globes, which were just round glass with water that we hung all over the barns in-case of fire just pluck and throw at the fire, the glass would shatter on the fire and it helped not just us but neighboring places, my idea was bought out by a company up north and they patented my idea. My family received good compensation, enough that we rebuiledour tobacco farm stronger and better than ever.
When I passed, the mayor of Raleigh came to my funeral. It was a nice day, so I was told.
The point of my story today is simple. Sometimes good things can come from bad things. Sometimes we can rise up in the face of tragedy. Now the match between Robert and I is no tragedy. Far from it. But something good will rise up from our match. A worthy champion will rise or stay, either he will reclaim this IC Title or I will retain and no matter which scenario goes down we will have SFT in a good position. Because we are both good for SFT, and I really don't have much of a problem if Robert Saints should win. But that does not mean I am going to lay down and let him have it either. Like everyone else in SFT, you have to earn it.
Do you hear me Robert? You need to EARN this. Not just get lucky. Not anymore. Today and today only we have to stand up and take notice. We protect our homes just like I always have. And we do what needs to be done. We do what is right. Do you understand me Robert? I hope you do.
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Summers were extreme though. We had extreme hot summers and mosquitoes and horseflies to boot. And when winters came, we were buried under snow. It was always one extreme or the other. But in March and April for two glorious months we had a bit of good weather, it wasn't hot and it wasn't cold just nice and cool. Kind of months where you could sleep all day and hope no one woke you up.
One cool March day, a fire broke up at the barns. Someone might have been smoking and either a match of pipe wasn't turned off correctly and next thing we know half our fields are going up in literally smoke.
We pull the wagons along the fire and we had a makeshift hydro pipes setup, the hoses would pump water out of the wells and creeks and rivers all along our properties. But the fire was gaining strength. And once fire gets some muscle behind it, its extremely difficult to stop it. Everyone was working together to put a stop to it. And if we didn't stop it, it would soon run into the living section of our farm. We had families living there, women and children, and if that section burned down so many would be left without possessions or anywhere to live or sleep.
I grabbed one of the houses and climbed a large barn the one still untouched by the fire. I climbed up to the top and we worked all night to put out that fire. I wish I could say we won, we didn't, not for the most part. Now this story is different. I did not perish that night, unlike most of my lives. That night I crashed through the roof after fire had damaged it and I broke my back. I was not able to walk the rest of my life. I lived three more years after that accident. But those three years were different. During that time I dedicated myself to my studies. I researched new and safer ways to keep fires from doing the same. We instituted the first fire globes, which were just round glass with water that we hung all over the barns in-case of fire just pluck and throw at the fire, the glass would shatter on the fire and it helped not just us but neighboring places, my idea was bought out by a company up north and they patented my idea. My family received good compensation, enough that we rebuiledour tobacco farm stronger and better than ever.
When I passed, the mayor of Raleigh came to my funeral. It was a nice day, so I was told.
The point of my story today is simple. Sometimes good things can come from bad things. Sometimes we can rise up in the face of tragedy. Now the match between Robert and I is no tragedy. Far from it. But something good will rise up from our match. A worthy champion will rise or stay, either he will reclaim this IC Title or I will retain and no matter which scenario goes down we will have SFT in a good position. Because we are both good for SFT, and I really don't have much of a problem if Robert Saints should win. But that does not mean I am going to lay down and let him have it either. Like everyone else in SFT, you have to earn it.
Do you hear me Robert? You need to EARN this. Not just get lucky. Not anymore. Today and today only we have to stand up and take notice. We protect our homes just like I always have. And we do what needs to be done. We do what is right. Do you understand me Robert? I hope you do.
Fade to light
