Gifted Hands: The Ben Carson Story Page #2

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You just got to see beyond

what you can see.

-What is this, a race of some kind?

-Betty, slow down.

You act as though this were your last meal.

We've got to write your

contest essay tonight, Father.

Oh, well, in that case,

maybe you had better hurry.

-Don't choke.

-I'll get it.

I never saw it to fail.

Every time we sit down to eat,

the phone rings.

I know how to stop it, Daddy.

When the phone bill comes, don't pay it.

-Not a bad idea.

-That was Joe Philips, Dad.

He wants me to come up

to his uncle's farm this weekend.

-Isn't that great?

-But how are you gonna get there?

Joe's got a license. We could drive.

The last time he took a trip,

he wrecked his dad's car.

Whose car is he figuring on wrecking

this time?

Yours.

-He thought...

-I know what he thought.

But I wouldn't trust Joe Philips

with a pogo stick.

Please, Dad. I'll be careful.

How can you be careful if he's driving?

You never let me do anything.

I'm not gonna let you do this.

-You'd think I was a juvenile or something.

-When you act this way, you are.

-Now eat your dinner.

-I'm not hungry.

Then excuse yourself and leave the table.

Mother, come on, we'll be late for church.

You all go on ahead without me, honey.

Mama's having one of her days.

All right.

I'm reminded of the story

of the missionary doctor and his wife

who were surprised by bandits.

You see, these thieves were terrible men.

Bloodthirsty. Vicious.

They not only robbed their victims,

they slit their throats and laughed

as they watched them de.

You all don't hear me.

This poor doctor and his wife

ran for their lives

as the thieves chased them

across rocky, barren land.

These missionaries' feet

were cut open by sharp stones.

Their clothes were torn by brambles,

and, finally, they came upon a great fortress,

but the Bandit King was right behind them.

The doctor ran up to the front door

of the fortress and tried to open it.

But it was locked.

If only someone would let them in.

No one was there.

And the doctor and his wife hid, but the

Bandit King saw them and drew his sword.

There appeared to be nothing

that could save God's good people.

The Bandit King was after me,

and so I hid under some straw,

and a blue mouse came out

and scared his horse.

And I got away. I saw it in my brain.

That's good.

That's your imagination working.

But it was real, it was really real.

-Did I say it wasn't real?

-It's not real.

-That's why it's called imagination, dummy.

-Shut up.

Watch your mouth, Curtis.

Mother, I want to be a doctor.

A missionary doctor, just like the one

Pastor Ford told us about.

You can be anything you want to be

in this life,

as long as you're willing to work at it.

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