Speech

this speech was by Rosa Florence and dedicated to Gaje Jeffrey Florence.

The speech goes into detail about some of the things that homicide survivors have to go through after learning that their loved one has been killed by the hands of someone else.

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Today, I was fortunate enough to wake up before 10:00am. The sun is shining and it is beautiful outside. After raining all week, the grass is green. I sit here drinking my coffee, thanking God for days like this. I can't wait to get outside and work on the yard.

In days approaching my wedding I was becoming more and more aware that at some point I would have to stand up in front of all our guests and have something witty and clever to say to them all. I thought I could handle it. In fact I was more worried about others in my wedding party stumbling. I had a few ideas about what I would say, but foolishly, I didn't write anything down. I figured I could wing it. No problem, right? WRONG!

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Last night I went out to a local bar with a few friends to just relax and have a good time. Everything was great, the beer was cheap and the music was good. I usually recognize a few people that come into the store on a weekly basis. Most times we both just give a smile and a slight head nod that represents, "hey, I know you from the record store and its good to see you here", but on some occasions they want to talk business. Don't get me wrong, I am all about having a conversation about music, but when I am having a good time with friends I like to leave the business side of things at the store. So it's the average night at the bar, I see all of the usuals and give them my hello and "nod", but this time one of them feels the need to get up in my face. I couldn't decide if she was mad or just drunk mad, because you know there is a difference. I didn't hear much of what she said since the band was so loud, despite the fact that she was leaning so close to my face that her dreads were soaking in our fresh pitcher of beer. Something along the lines of, "You f*ing don't know how to run a f*ing record store and I have helped to going the everytime I come in tried f*ing...". It kind of went on like that for five minutes or so. The last thing she said was, "I want you to f*ing write a five page paper on your goals, ...(missing words here)...", then she disappeared out the door. After all of that, everyone sort of sat in silence for a moment trying to figure out what had just happened. Part of me wants to write the paper, but then my senses kick in and I buy another pitcher of non dread soaked beer.

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I think there are many types of geniuses....I could be a photography genius ( I am really still at the amateur level or why I am not making a living off it...) or if I tried harder a writing genius and yes I make extra money at it....I am passionate too about it and I wish I could be a genius in other things....

I would like to take this time to write about and honor (I feel very humbled) a famous marketing genius.

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