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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (Canadian-General) North American (General)Transcript
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Chapter one, lead by example, leadership and management. I stood beside the imposing presence of the attorney General of the Cayman Islands. Looking out at a battlefield of overturned airplanes, twisted sheets of corrugated metal and misshapen debris strewn all over what had been our airport runway. He towered over my small stature, me, 5 ft four inches and him at least 6 to 4. We stood in silence waiting for what I wasn't sure. The rhythmic thudding of a helicopter's propeller broke the silence and out of nowhere, a military aircraft came into view. It approached our location and landed within just 150 m away from where we were standing. Two men dressed in army fatigues leapt out and ran toward us. I couldn't help but think this was like something out of a war movie, but it was very real. The three men exchanged identifying information titles and business cards. One of the men was the high commissioner from the United Kingdom and the other was a senior level foreign service officer from Washington DC. I was in awe of the caliber of the officials that stood before me several hours before this moment. I had emerged from 36 terrifying hours and during a category five hurricane facing a landscape that looked like a war zone, completely ripped into pieces and stripped of any tropical reference, trekking through miles of debris to offer assistance. Little did I know how a few words would change my life forever? My name is Janice mclean. I'm a Canadian citizen and I'm here to help Snout and Blackie knew they were outsiders in their families. They had discovered that they were able to communicate with each other with body language. They had invented their own language with signs and with words that are similar in both the pig and kawa languages. And they would console each other when they talked at the barbed wire fence, separating the barnyard from the countryside. One day, the elders of their families feeling sorry for Snout and Blackie arranged for changes in their appearance so they would be more accepted for snout. A plan was developed to have him sit with his bottom against a brick wall and have several of the stronger pigs push aboard with all their might against his pointed nose. In order to flatten it, the plan for Blackie was to paint her coat and to sew extra toes on each foot so that she would look like everyone else. When Snout and Blackie heard the plans, they were alarmed and not pleased with these ideas to change their appearances. The two met at the fence and decided to run away to an isolated area in the woods where no one would make fun of them and where they would try to have a happy life. She lay on the cold floor of a dungeon, flooded with water. A bunch of tangled weeds, tied her hands and a pair of bony hands grabbed at her legs pinning them to the dungeon floor. She thrashed her legs, pulled her arms and tried to roll her body around. Nothing seemed to work. She couldn't scream and she couldn't cry for help. She wasn't really the crying type. Anyway, how long can I hold my breath? She wondered. She was 29 now. She was full of life and had been on the path to a better future. At least that was what she'd thought the water was everywhere. 10 minutes earlier, Orla had held tightly to a rusty steel pipe running across the ceiling of a dark and cold dungeon. Although she was flexible and as agile as a leopard hanging in the same position with her feet braced against a small ledge halfway through a wall for an hour had pushed her muscle strength to the limit. The Thames River was not as patient as she and the tides raised by the minute, flooding the drains and leaking water into the dungeon. She couldn't see the floor anymore. She wagered that she would quickly have to get out and find another way to break into the building.