imagine being part of something like that? The cure for cancer? Now, I’m sure your dad is an excellent physician and he is entitled to his opinion, but this woman right here in front of you today, along with your own Dr. Hayes, myself, and people throughout the world hope to make it happen.
“False hope? That’s not our intention. We’re trying to find a way to offer real hope. This project won’t be effective if people don’t try. We want to encourage those who are trying. We’ve seen enough innovative ideas to think there’s room for hope. Wouldn’t you like to be a part of that?”
The biggest question is—and the biggest question to ask your father is—will you be part of it? I ask that because most of the people in this room will be.”
The room went quiet. The student slowly sat down. Nick had done his job. A little political style in his rhetoric, Shelly thought, but she knew he had learned from the master, the Commander in Chief.
*****
As Nick, Shelly, and Barry exited the building, a young woman approached Dr. Hayes.
“I’m bummed I missed Dr. White.”
“Well, here she is. Dr. White, this is Ann Rogers.” “Pleased to meet you, Ann.”
“And this is Nick Harris.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said as he extended his hand.
“I’ve been following the project with Dr. Hayes, and it is a real honor to meet you both. I would have been here, but I had to get my shots.” Her voice trailed off as she finished her sentence.
“Shots?” Shelly inquired.
“Ann here has advanced rheumatoid arthritis,” Barry explained. “She needs her shots no matter what the schedule is. But we work with her.” He smiled.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Shelly said. “We were just on our way to get some dinner. Why don’t you join us, and we can fill you in on what you missed?”
“Really? I would love to!”
“Of course,” Nick piped in. “My treat.”