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Video Guides: https://youtu.be/ERNWm9aiZQw | https://youtu.be/Qmrr9U8sqbs

Attire: Semi-formal, Button-up polo

Overall Emotion: Motivation, Act like you’re speaking in front of students and motivating them
to never give up

Kiko: Good day everyone! I am honored to present this year’s speaker for the Philippine Sports
Academy’s 30th Foundation Anniversary. Former Sports Scholar and Volleyball Player, Mr.
[name ng character ni Gab].

(audio: audience clapping)

(video of Gab going to the podium or something)

Gabriel: Good day everyone! First of all, I would like to say how very honored I am to be back at
my alma mater and share my story, here goes.

When I was little, I used to think that God had a plan for me, or maybe not God but the universe
or something (chuckle). And yes, He did have a plan for me, he made me the best at something
that I love—volleyball; or so I thought. Volleyball was my everything, my happiness, my skill,
my talent, my way of helping my family. I trained tirelessly for years, just to be captain of my
team; I can’t even bring myself to drink soda because I keep thinking that I have to stay in shape.
But someone took volleyball from me. Who, you might ask. ME. | That someone who took the
special thing that I loved is ME. ME, myself, and I. Not my coach, not my team, and certainly
not Cole. ME.

Cole? Who’s Cole? Cole is my junior volleyball player, who I thought was the reason for my
current despair. He was amazing. He was great at spiking, his spikes that could shake the whole
stadium. I could honestly call him a “prodigy.” But this isn’t what I felt before. Before, Cole was
simply another Grade 7 student who wanted to be part of the volleyball club. Of course, we had
try-outs, and there were some students that stood out, but Cole was different. He immediately
caught our coach’s eye, I was jealous, so what did I do? I challenged him to a match, so that I
could show who’s better.

(flashback type maybe) I did some strong spikes, some serves; he did as well. Cole started to
land his serves and block my spikes. Had I any more muscles left in my jaw to clench, I would
surely clench it. I will not be a loser. This is me, Jason, who’s almost played for his whole life, a
man of experience, a player who knows a lot, all through my own efforts. I will not allow a little
kid to beat me. This thought was going on inside me. Meanwhile we are now on the second set,
and at this point this is not a fight from schoolmate to schoolmate, this is a fight for pride. Pride!

Sure enough, I get what I want. As my teammate tossed the ball, I jumped very high, like a
stallion in a race, I spiked the ball, and Cole did not catch it. Yes! We won! (from happy to sad)
They carry me up from the shiny floor of the gymnasium, that’s where the people pick me up,
including Cole, our coach and my teammates. I lost balance, and I sprained my ankle. I could
already hear the sermon I’ll get from my mom and dad: “Napakatanga mo naman,” that’s what
they always say, but to my surprise they did not. This confusing surprise is currently of one of
my driving forces.

Back then, the only thing in my mind was that I will forever be Jason, the player that sprained his
ankle to a junior; | the player that lost to a junior. And that I’m never gonna be Jason, the best
volleyball player in our school, again. But, that was then. Now, I am at peace, I know that I am
and will always be a great volleyball player. My pride got the best of ME. The person who took
away volleyball from me, is ME. And the someone who will bring it back to me, will still be
ME.

Thank you everyone!