It's kind of sappy, a little sentimental. But you'll read it anyway.
Two years ago, if you asked me what the probability was of me getting Eagle Scout, I’d have said never. If you had asked me what I thought the probability was of me hooking up with Keira Knightley, I might’ve said a million to one. Now I’m an Eagle Scout, so Keira must be just outside.
A lot of people really didn’t believe I would make it, and I’m not saying I blame them. I’d like to say I achieved Eagle because I really wanted to prove to all the nay-sayers that I have what it takes. But if you knew how many times I had said “I don’t even want to be a Boy Scout” then you’d know that my intentions weren’t nearly as noble.
I’d like to stand here and say that becoming an Eagle Scout changed my life, but to be honest, I’m still the awkward, insecure, facial-hairless kid I have been since I started Boy Scouts.
In fact, I’m probably the worst Eagle Scout to have around. I can’t tie a bowline or a half hitch. I don’t know how to use a compass. And snakebites? If I didn’t see Samuel L. Jackson do it in Snakes on a Plane I’m not much help.
But even if I could tie knots, use a compass, and treat cobra bites, they aren’t why I’d be thankful to be an Eagle Scout. I’m thankful because, if nothing else, it shows I’m cared for. I mean let’s be honest, this badge isn’t wholly mine. It isn’t even half or a quarter mine. I received this badge because of all of the effort of everyone else in my life. Even though I didn’t think I wanted to be an Eagle, I’m glad I did. If I could, I’d cut it into 100 pieces and hand it out like the crown in the cheesy ending of Mean Girls. But I can’t, or if I did my parents would kill me.
I’m up here to thank everyone for all of their help and to let my parents know that even though I put up a fight, I don’t regret a minute of it.
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