he wanted to be the only guy left. And I voted for Wild Fox because I’m sick and tired of the pranks. Sorry, Andrew, but it’s true. But the individual reasons don’t matter because the whole thing turned out the way it did, and the only one who really got what he wanted was Wild Fox.
Of course, with this challenge, I’m not sure having T.T. instead of Andrew would have made a bit of difference. I’m not sure what the whole thing was supposed to prove. Yeah, we need to have compassion and generosity and all that. But this just seemed like another opportunity to point and laugh at the freaks. They set it up because they knew somebody would screw up big-time, and everyone would just love that. I can’t wait to see the replay on the other teams. Because as bad as Wild Fox is, he’s not as bad as some. Like I said, his heart’s in the right place, and I don’t think you can say that about everyone here.
Can I say hi to my brother? Roberto, hola! I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for him. He’s the one who talked me into trying out, and in a lot of ways he’s keeping me going because I know he’s proud of me. That means a lot. But I’m so proud of him too because he’s going to be the first one in the family to go to college. If a miracle happens and I win the million, I’m sending Roberto to college.
But even if I don’t win, I’m glad he made me try out. I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything. I just needed a couple of people, like Roberto and Kate, to tell me they believe in me. I finally feel like I can do something with my life.
Confessional: Rev. Thaddeus Wintergreen aka Holy Roller
Long before American Hero, before the Takisians brought the wild card from the stars, the greatest ace of all walked this Earth, as I have often told my congregation. His name was Jesus Christ, Son of God and Ace of Aces, and it is my calling in life to preach His Word and try as best I can to follow in His Holy Footsteps.
Our Lord commanded us to feed the hungry, and this week our producers bid us do the same. That was a great joy to me. Though the power has not been given to us to multiply the loaves and fishes as Jesus did, the network provided amply with generous donations to the soup kitchens where this week’s challenge was staged, allowing us to provide the homeless and indigent of this City of Angels with sustenance, help, and hope. The smiles on the faces of these unfortunates and the sound of their glad voices raised in song was all the recompense that any of us could have asked for. When the judges rewarded our team with victory as well, thus sparing us the cruel necessity of discarding one of our own, that was truly an answered prayer.
It would be remiss of me not to say a few words about a few of my teammates, past and present, without whom none of this could have been accomplished. Buford is truly the salt of the earth, modest and self-effacing, but always cheerful and willing to lend a hand. Jamal is as resolute and tireless as he is indestructible. He has suffered a thousand blows that would have killed a lesser man, and though he feels every one of them as sharply as you or I, his courage and determination are unflagging. And the lovely Haley, or Jade as we have come to call her, can light up a room with her smile.
Not all of them are Christians, it is true, but they are good men and women, as were the valiant teammates we have lost, and I am proud to call them all my friends. They are all very young, you must remember. At thirty-three, I am the oldest member of the Clubs, and the oldest contestant selected for the show. With age and experience, my young colleagues may well find their way to the Lord, and perhaps in some small way I can guide their feet unto the path that will lead them to salvation. It is my prayer that someday all of them will see the light of God’s truth, and when they do, there shall be much rejoicing in heaven as these prodigal aces fly home.
I know