Commonwealth essay draft 1

Finding a dream is like an endless pursuit of self discovery. We must revel in the process. Humans who are capable of understanding the concept of thought must have a dream. However there are two kinds of dreams involuntary and voluntary involuntary thought comes without conscious effort. Voluntary though however requires effort. It is this kind of thought which drives people to sacrifice their time and effort to create a better world or to immerse themselves in their research or in some cases ruling the world. Dreams can be powerful they may drive a man to defy physical limitations even though the body may struggle the determination and perseverance of the mind will rule over the body and drive it to do the unthinkable.
“I stand here today as a living testament to the existence of life’s miracles have overcome the barrier between reality and dreams. I am here today not because of outside influences I am here because I wanted to be I persevered to be I am here because of faith hope and determination. It was a struggle but I emerged victories and I stand here in triumph in front of all you people as a proud survivor.”
Tobey Henning ton paused and took a breath. He scanned the audience and found what he was looking for those brown eyes which spoke volumes. The eyes were tearing. A sense of achievement and finality rose up from within him he had made it at last he looked at those eyes with his own very similar eyes. With some effort he continued his speech looking at the audience in general but always returning back to those very same eyes.
How many times had those very eyes looked at him with that sad expression how many times had he found hope ,comfort and peace by just looking at them
The crowd clapped and cheered as he took a bow And sat on the seat provided for him. His gaze went back to the eyes and for the first time he looked at the gentle face that went with it he smiled and his mother smiled back. As he focused once again on the eyes they seemed to lead his thought somewhere else. The voice of the current speaker faded into the back ground the crowd was no longer visible only those eyes remained he was going back to his childhood.
“Tobey jams hennington.born 1975 June 11th mother Angela Hopkins father unknown. The doctor looked over the clipboard at a young boy who stared right back him determinedly. What was going through his head the doctor had no idea. He turned to the mother and said in a gentle voice”ma’m your son has dyslexia this causes him not to be able to read or write properly however his brain is as excellent as ever he responds to the tests very well. He just cannot express himself.
Angela’s shoulders sagged it was strange how this had affected her when she had heard this answer 15 times before. Was there really no hope for her boy. Tobey looked at his mother he could not understand why she was forcing him to meet all this strange men dressed in white they looked like an alien race by themselves what with their coats and mannerisms. All of the doctors had been very kind and caring to him but it was getting kind of boring. And what was up with that tentacle growing out of their necks. Inside himself he laughed on the outside his face remained as impassive as ever.
His mother did’t say a word on the way home. This did’t affect Tobey as he was in a world of his own in his world he was enjoying a visualization as a 7 year old boy’s utopia on earth. He was still immersed in his daydream when they reached a tiny apartment. He ran in with delight eager to finish his latest project a mud snowman.
Angela sighed and sat on a cheep wooden worn out chair she had found a week ago. She saw Tobey playing with that mud he had collected making very strange figurines withies fingers that boy was destined for more. Something reaches inside of her and gripped her tight she had felt that feeling before she had felt it when jams had left her pregnant that day she had vowed that she would raise the child on her own with minimal outside help. She knelt down before him and held his shoulder.
‘Tobey listen to me you will one day grow up to be something special okay don’t ever forget that” the boy nodded as though in comprehension. Angela felt lighter and more in control
Tobey walked down the corridor to his flat his face furrowed with concentration. There had been something nagging at him for the past week now he was going to get the answers. He reached home and saw his mother there .he tried remembering his lessons from school concentrate on what you want to say and say it cohesively. He brought out the words slowly and with deliberation.”mum we don’t we had dad”
“what?” said angela even though she perfectly understood the meaning. Her son repeated the sentence very slowly .she realized that she was just postponing the inevitable. She explained to her son what had happened 7 years ago. When he was born.”why can’t we gat a new oneness”she laughed at this innocent remark of her son she explained to him in more detail and he walked away with a thought full expression.
Tobey listened to the sounds coming from the television outside a store. It was some guy making a speeches was gesticulating Tobey watched in utter amazement he was awed. He knew from that moment his goal to make a speech in front of people like that to sway people with the power of his words. He started working day and night on it. Everyday he would practice his speech. Now people who key him could understand him perfectly he made tremendous improvement on his speech. Now he could talk to strangers and they would think that he just had a weird accent.
Years later he applied for a place in a local university for a course in law at first they would not even let him take the test when they heard that he had speech problems however after much badgering they finally unwound and let him take the written test. He passed the test .however in the university life was much tougher there you had to be able to speak perfectly with emotion he struggled to stay afloat.
But now he was here with other like minded individuals campaigning here as he looked in his mother’s eyes he knew he had reached his goal