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Best Prepared Speaker: The Heart Is The Strongest Muscle by Zhantuar Yertayev

Best Prepared Speech (14 May 2016)

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My mother always told me ‘Float like an iceberg, sting like a thrown iceberg!’. But sometimes an icy heart just needs a warm smile. Madam Toastmaster, fellow members and welcome guests have you ever fallen in love? Today I will tell you a very personal story that I still keep in my heart even though the stars changed many times since that period. Many years have passed, but I still do remember that day like it was yesterday, the day when love came into my heart.

I’m on my graduation ceremony glowing in my suit staring at my proud parents and happy teachers but there is someone I miss… But first of all, let me take you back to the time when I did not know this someone who became very important for me.

It was October’s early morning. Rainy weather did not promise anything bright to happen that day. A bunch of sleepy, creepy and weepy people staying at the bus stop dressed in black as if they were going to funeral. Me personally dressed in black and wondering where that big white bus could be. But suddenly something caught my eye and I froze for a moment. A pair of green emerald shoes… It dissonated so hard with the atmosphere so my eyes continued their journey up to the top and found a very pretty face. I said ‘Wow! She challenges the reality with her appearance’. It felt like she heard my inner voice and responded me with a broad smile and an eye contact. I saw the whole new and enormously king-sized universe in her big brown eyes. I said ‘Whatever, we only live once’ and made my approach. I made her laugh, got her number, took her out and we started dating.

Guys, have you ever dated a beautiful girl? Put them all together and you will get my girl. I have already mentioned her eyes big as the full moon, brown as the warm aroma of coffee where you could melt like a chocolate forever. Her smile was so warm that you felt like a cat stretching itself under the gorgeous sun. Her hair was blacker than the darkest night and when I touched it I felt like the silk scarf was stroking my fingers. Her skin was white as the first January snow. Her breast guys… three. Her belly was flat as the ice rink that was just filled. Her waist and hips reminded me a guitar shape – the perfect instrument of love. Her legs were long, straight and beautiful. I enjoyed touching them. She moved like the caravel cutting her way through the tides of the ocean. People turned when she walked into the room. I have been already wearing glasses that time but she was all that I could see. And it was not only her beauty that I adored.

We had countless nights not only full of passion but full of heart to heart dialogues. We talked about policy, philosophy, society, the Matrix, the behavior, the mindset. I have never had such feeling, my heart trembled every time I held her hand because I could feel her heart. It took my breath away when I kissed her, when I cuddled her trembeling body in my strong arms. Have you ever felt so accepted and free with the opposite gender? Well I did. My first and ever given to a woman bouquet of red flowers is that what associates with her. Her kindness, her ringing laugh, her generous, pure and childish soul that forgave me everything. That’s what I miss. She always taught me that death is not sad. The sad thing is most people don’t live at all. She was a teacher, a lover and a friend.

Just before our breakup we had this conversation

– Will you marry me?

– I’m too young to marry you my darling

– But I’m 23 already and I need to build my life

– But darling! I’m only 18! I have the whole life in front of me

I’m on my graduation ceremony glowing in my suit staring at my proud parents and happy teachers but there is someone I miss. I miss my lady in emerald shoes. It was too late when I understood that I love her. That day she left me saying that I’m not a man enough, that I will never be serious, that I’m not ready for the responsibility… And you know what guys? She was right

Fairytales and love stories have a small difference. Fairytales have a sad beginning and a happy ending, but love stories are opposite: happy beginning and a sad ending . But don’t be too upset my friends because the darker the night, the brighter the stars. I’ve sailed to other countries, met many beautiful women, had my victories and defeats on the battlefield of love. I returned back home and heard a lot of advice that you need to lift metal, you need animal protein or at least vegan protein but guys the one thing that you really need to love and be loved is your heart. Remember, my friends, the heart is the strongest muscle! Madam Toastmaster.