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Aug. 17th, 2010
Day 1 - Introduction
Aug. 17th, 2010 12:56 pm“Um hi, I’m Peter Petrelli,” I say, stepping up to the microphone.
“Feels kind of weird talking about myself like this, usually I’d leave the public speaking to Nathan. He was good at it. Me not so much.” Stupid hair is in my eyes again. I really need to get it cut. “I’m from Manhattan. I am the white sheep of the Petrelli family. That’s not to say they’re bad people. My mom and dad made some bad choices along the way, but thankfully I had my brother, Nathan, to help me keep my head on straight.”
“Nathan treaded the dark side a few times too, but I did my best to help him through those times. He made me stronger than I would have been, and I kept him somewhat honest. It wasn’t always easy, but we were there for each other.
“I used to be a nurse. My dad didn’t like that at all. He wanted me to be a lawyer like the rest of the family. Mom said she was proud of me for making my own path. Nathan bought me lady’s shoes for graduation. He was my hero, but he was a dick too. Just like all big brothers should be. I miss him so much.” I let out a deep breath and tapped the podium.
“Spent some time as a paramedic too. I loved that work so much being able to help people out in the street. It helped to make up for losing most of my super powers.” I pause while the people shift in their seats and mumble. “Oh yeah, I kind of used to be a superhero. I had a lot of special powers, and I used them to help people. My dad took those away from me, and for a long time I thought that made me weak. Thought that it made me less of a man, but I was wrong. Being an EMT taught me a lot about what being a real hero was.
“I really hate talking about myself. Probably why I keep mentioning Nathan.” Another long pause while I collect my thoughts. “I can still use one special power at a time now, but they aren’t as important as they used to be. My niece, Claire, blew the doors off the closet we all hid behind, and that’s why I’m talking to you now.
“We might seem scary to you, different, dangerous, but most of us are people just like you. We put our shoes on one foot at a time, we work, we play, we love, and sometimes we die, like Nathan. I won’t lie. Some of us aren’t trying to help anyone but ourselves, but most of us just want to live our lives and be happy.
“Are there any questions?”
30 Days About Me
“Feels kind of weird talking about myself like this, usually I’d leave the public speaking to Nathan. He was good at it. Me not so much.” Stupid hair is in my eyes again. I really need to get it cut. “I’m from Manhattan. I am the white sheep of the Petrelli family. That’s not to say they’re bad people. My mom and dad made some bad choices along the way, but thankfully I had my brother, Nathan, to help me keep my head on straight.”
“Nathan treaded the dark side a few times too, but I did my best to help him through those times. He made me stronger than I would have been, and I kept him somewhat honest. It wasn’t always easy, but we were there for each other.
“I used to be a nurse. My dad didn’t like that at all. He wanted me to be a lawyer like the rest of the family. Mom said she was proud of me for making my own path. Nathan bought me lady’s shoes for graduation. He was my hero, but he was a dick too. Just like all big brothers should be. I miss him so much.” I let out a deep breath and tapped the podium.
“Spent some time as a paramedic too. I loved that work so much being able to help people out in the street. It helped to make up for losing most of my super powers.” I pause while the people shift in their seats and mumble. “Oh yeah, I kind of used to be a superhero. I had a lot of special powers, and I used them to help people. My dad took those away from me, and for a long time I thought that made me weak. Thought that it made me less of a man, but I was wrong. Being an EMT taught me a lot about what being a real hero was.
“I really hate talking about myself. Probably why I keep mentioning Nathan.” Another long pause while I collect my thoughts. “I can still use one special power at a time now, but they aren’t as important as they used to be. My niece, Claire, blew the doors off the closet we all hid behind, and that’s why I’m talking to you now.
“We might seem scary to you, different, dangerous, but most of us are people just like you. We put our shoes on one foot at a time, we work, we play, we love, and sometimes we die, like Nathan. I won’t lie. Some of us aren’t trying to help anyone but ourselves, but most of us just want to live our lives and be happy.
“Are there any questions?”
30 Days About Me
