The Gabby Douglas Story Page #2

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One-handed!

Girl, you're gonna

break your neck.

Did you see it, Mom?

Did you?

Did you see my shrub?

One-handed!

But I can do it no-handed.

Want to see?

It's called an aerial.

I can still do it.

But I haven't taught you yet.

Doesn't matter! Watch!

Hey, hey, hey! Get in this house!

I know every single one of you

have homework to do, so let's go.

I can do an aerial.

Look at my shrub!

Why would you think the shrub

would be a landing pad?

Here we go. There.

"Today should always be

better than yesterday."

Why that one?

Because that, John,

is the secret to life.

A secret?

Mmm-hmm.

That's the reason why it's at

the top of our vision board.

It's like another way of saying,

"Don't look back. Move forward."

God helps those

who help themselves.

How do you think we got here?

We rented a truck.

All right, smarty-pants.

God helped us rent the truck.

There you go.

Put this on the vision board.

We are not getting a dog.

But, Mom!

It will make today better than yesterday.

All right, I'll put it up,

but only as a metaphor.

A what?

Um... A reminder

to follow your dreams,

even though we are

not getting a dog.

So where do you want to put him?

Right here.

All right.

You put it up there. Okay.

You broke it! Did not!

Tag! You're it!

That's unfair!

You're just a slowpoke! Slowpoke!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

I'm on the phone. Take that outside.

Yes.

Hey! Hey!

Come back here!

Yeah. Yeah, I can do Wednesday,

too, if I really push it. For sure.

Okay. Thank you.

You're it!

Hmm.

Nice work, Arie.

You're moving fast.

Ooh!

What did she break now? I swear,

that child is gonna drive me crazy.

You should put her

in gymnastics class.

Who? Brie?

No, I always saw you as the gym star.

The leotards on and your hair in a

cute bun. We just couldn't afford it.

Mom, I've taught Brie everything I know.

She just eats it up.

Remember when I tried back

handsprings when I was nine?

Yeah, and I remember you

broke both of your wrists.

Brie's already doing them.

Mom! Look!

Whoa!

Ooh!

Sorry, Mom!

You should put her in gymnastics

class so she can learn the right way

before she hurts herself.

Okay, now hit the handstand.

You finally get here,

and now you want to be shy?

It wasn't that.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Imagine all your Christmases

rolled into one moment.

That's what it was like.

And I knew right then I was exactly

where I was supposed to be.

Gabrielle!

Brie!

Brie, get back here!

She yours?

Uh... Yeah. I'm sorry.

We're here to sign up

for the Saturday rec class.

Yeah, I don't think so.

She's just a little excited.

That's all.

Oh. No, no, no.

What I mean is... I'm sorry. Mrs...

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