Famous Harrison Jacobs was a young man, who was always searching for his way to fame. He admired his predecessors and historical figures that did great things in their lives. By learning more about them, he felt accomplished for his intellect. He wanted to be renowned for his knowledge. This would be his way to fame. These goals all changed one, fateful day. “Yes, Bert, I will be back soon. I just need to finish some research at the library,” Harrison explained as he hung up his phone. He had been working on a post-doctoral thesis paper about the Period of Enlightenment for months and his work was almost complete. Harrison was in the middle of a thought when he was interrupted by the librarian. “Excuse me, Harrison, but it is almost time to …show more content…
“You look a lot like Benjamin Franklin.” “Well that’s because I am, but Benny is good too.” “But that can’t be. You’re dead,” Harrison stated. He thought that he must have hit his head harder than he thought. This must be a dream or something. This person is not really Benjamin Franklin. It is just a dream. “Ok, Benny… Um…What are you doing here?” Harrison asked. He figured he minus well go along with it and make the dream count. Then, suddenly, a man in a tunic that look like an old bed sheet. “Why hello, Benny. Who is this you have brought?” questioned the man. “Socrates, meet… sorry didn’t catch your name,” Benny answered. “Harrison… Harrison Jacobs… Wow, so you’re really Socrates?” Harrison inquired. “I believe so, but are we really anything? I mean, what is the world really? Do we really exist?” Socrates asked. “That’s enough, Socrates, where are the others? Time is money,” Benny replied. “In the other room, but what is a room anyway?” Socrates went on. While he continued to ramble off more questions Benjamin took Harrison to the other room. Harrison could hardly believe his eyes when he walked in because the room was filled with famous historical characters. He knew this was a dream, but it seem so real that he would …show more content…
President, you were amazing during the civil rights movement. Ending segregation made you a hero,” Harrison praised. “Efforts and courage are not enough without purpose and direction. That is what leads to success,” stated President John F. Kennedy. Each person in that room had something to say to Harrison. They had their classic words of wisdom, consisting of living life to their full potential, to more obscure thoughts that affected how Harrison thought. “Mother Teresa, what a saint you are. Your work with the poor and less fortunate is inspiring. Did you know that you would become famous because of it?” “Young man, it was never my intention to become famous. I was just doing my duty and calling from God. Do not focus yourself on this selfish path. God is your only hope,” she wisely spoke. Harrison was especially interested in these words. He never thought someone would not want to be famous. How could this be? … A month has passed since Harrison’s harsh fall and he has still not awakened from his coma. This is a mystery beyond modern medicine. The human brain goes beyond human knowledge. There seemed to be no reason for him to stay in this state for this long. He continued to be check on, but there are no signs of