Reading of the Intro to The Saint, The Surfer and the CEO
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) South African (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Chapter one, new beginnings. All of us whether or not we are warriors have a cubic centimeter of chance that pops out in front of our eyes from time to time. The difference between the average person and a warrior is that the warrior is aware of this and stays alert deliberately waiting. So that when this cubic centimeter of chance pops out, it is picked up Carlos Castano. I had never felt so much pain in my life. My right hand was quivering uncontrollably and blood was spilling all over my crisp white shirt. It was a Monday morning and the only thought fill in my head was this was not a good day for me to die as I lay motionless in my car. I was struck by the silence of the scene. No one in the truck that had just crashed into me even so much as twitched. The onlookers who had gathered at the scene looked horrified and traffic had come to a complete standstill. All I could hear were leaves rustling in the trees that lined the road next to me. Two of the bystanders came running over telling me that help is on the way and not to make any movements. One of them grasped my hand and started praying, Lord, help this man. Please protect him within minutes. A Cavalcade of ambulances, fire trucks and police cruisers surrounded the accident scene with sirens blaring. Everything seemed to slow down and a strange sense of peace passed through me as the rescue workers methodically began their work, shining examples of grace under pressure. I felt like a witness almost as if I were watching the entire scene unfold from a high perch above the next thing I can recall is waking up in a hospital room that smelled like fresh lemons and bleach. I'll never forget that smell. My body was wrapped in various bandages and both of my legs were in casts. My arms were covered with bruises. I was greeted by a pretty young nurse, Mr Valentine. I can't believe you're awake. Let me call the doctor. She said while frantically dialing the intercom station next to my bed. When she got off the intercom, I croaked out Jack attempting to be casual in what I knew was a serious situation. Where am I? You're at? Lakeview General Hospital, Jack, this is the critical care ward. You had quite an accident last week. To be honest with you, you are very fortunate to be alive. I am I asked sheepishly. Uh-huh, the nurse replied with a force grin. While she looked at the charts at the foot of my bed, you fell into a coma after a pickup truck crashed into you. The paramedics who brought you in here couldn't believe you survived the crash. Anyway, the only thing you need to worry about now is healing that those nasty wounds and your broken legs, you'll be just fine. As I said, you're an incredibly lucky young man. Lucky was not a word I would have ever associated with myself, but under the circumstances I could see her point. I was blessed to be alive. Why am I all alone in this room? I wondered aloud as I looked around, I wouldn't mind some company. You've only been awake for a few minutes. Jack, relax and give yourself some time to breathe. Be still, your doctor will be here shortly. He was extremely worried about you.