Blake's Christmas Present
Thursday, December 25, 2008This year I decided to give Blake themed gift. I love giving gifts, my favorite part about the whole processes is wracking my brain and pulling up old conversations, thoughts and comments with the gift-e to put together the perfect gift. I believe that Blake has always thought of himself as a super hero. in college you could always find him on the dance floor wowing the ladies with back flips or climbing the jagged canyon wall of Logan Utah. So I thought what would be the perfect gift for someone who things he a super hero..... Make him into one!
THE STORY
THE STORY
He stood at the precipice of choice. Raised in a religious family he understood the meaning of good and evil, right and wrong. And the many years spent at la Ronceray taught him strength, power…stealth. Still he battled, was he meant for this choice, could he give the people what they needed?
His mind flooded with images of his life. He had been given every opportunity to succeed. Monsieur Barbasetti had taught him many things. For 4 years he had trained unwilling to reconcile the consequences of a miss spent youth.
As an adult he had encounter much success but as a teenager he had troubled his parents with poor judgment and unruly acquaintances. As a result his parents sent him to La Ronceray in France. Upon arrival he put forth no effort in school work and instead sunk into mindless bullying, alcohol and trouble. In an effort to tame his wildness a counselor admitted him into a fencing estage. Stating that the sports dedication to respect, tradition and craft would do him some good. Monsieur Barbasetti was strict from the very beginning; testing him and pushing him harder, Always want more than he thought he could ever give. At first he subordinately plunged into the act of swordsmen-ship failing to respect the art and reverence required for victory, but after a time fencing began to change him. After graduating magnum cum lade with a masters in business his life became filled with promise and opportunity, which he took. Investing his time In his own venture capitalist resulting in a net worth over 200 million dollars. The headlines had flashed; Robinson Capital… next fortune 500, the future looks bright for Blake Robinson. Was this all his achievements were good for, corporate stardom, A-list parties, social banter, a one-sided endless pursuit for more Or did he already hold what his heart truly desired. Was he meant to safe guard what others took so lightly?
He had never understood the rules of entrepreneurial battle, Step on the little people, lie if you have to, success, money, success. The rules that governed this world, his world he felt he could no long abide by.
In fencing though there was always a victor, you did not win by trampling those of less fortune but by skill, respect and tradition. You earned the right to advance the winning thrust, an Idea colliding with an action.
The images blurred, he stared out the widow of his penthouse office. Turning he noticed the refection of light then land firmly in affirmation. Tonight he too would take his place among the masters.
Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father, which is in heaven.
Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a
trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth: That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.
-Matthew 6:1-4
Each of his gifts were tied to this theme they all had a tag telling how the present related to the Iron Cutlass or his secret identity Blake Robinson.
His mind flooded with images of his life. He had been given every opportunity to succeed. Monsieur Barbasetti had taught him many things. For 4 years he had trained unwilling to reconcile the consequences of a miss spent youth.
As an adult he had encounter much success but as a teenager he had troubled his parents with poor judgment and unruly acquaintances. As a result his parents sent him to La Ronceray in France. Upon arrival he put forth no effort in school work and instead sunk into mindless bullying, alcohol and trouble. In an effort to tame his wildness a counselor admitted him into a fencing estage. Stating that the sports dedication to respect, tradition and craft would do him some good. Monsieur Barbasetti was strict from the very beginning; testing him and pushing him harder, Always want more than he thought he could ever give. At first he subordinately plunged into the act of swordsmen-ship failing to respect the art and reverence required for victory, but after a time fencing began to change him. After graduating magnum cum lade with a masters in business his life became filled with promise and opportunity, which he took. Investing his time In his own venture capitalist resulting in a net worth over 200 million dollars. The headlines had flashed; Robinson Capital… next fortune 500, the future looks bright for Blake Robinson. Was this all his achievements were good for, corporate stardom, A-list parties, social banter, a one-sided endless pursuit for more Or did he already hold what his heart truly desired. Was he meant to safe guard what others took so lightly?
He had never understood the rules of entrepreneurial battle, Step on the little people, lie if you have to, success, money, success. The rules that governed this world, his world he felt he could no long abide by.
In fencing though there was always a victor, you did not win by trampling those of less fortune but by skill, respect and tradition. You earned the right to advance the winning thrust, an Idea colliding with an action.
The images blurred, he stared out the widow of his penthouse office. Turning he noticed the refection of light then land firmly in affirmation. Tonight he too would take his place among the masters.
Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father, which is in heaven.
Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a
trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth: That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.
-Matthew 6:1-4
Each of his gifts were tied to this theme they all had a tag telling how the present related to the Iron Cutlass or his secret identity Blake Robinson.
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