January 10, 2024 • 8 mins
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In this story, Tate takes us on a quest for a single gesture that transcends the ordinary and delves into the profound. Amidst the chaos of an unforeseen incident, a moment emerges that would define the depths of love, commitment, and the unspoken connection between two souls.
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Speaker 1 (00:05):
Welcome and Happy New Year.
We hope your holidays werejoyful and wish you all the best
for 2024.
In today's story, a quest for asingle gesture transcends the
ordinary and delves into theprofound.
Amidst the chaos of anunforeseen incident, a moment
emerges that would define thedepths of love, commitment and
the unspoken connection betweentwo souls.
(00:26):
So join us as we delve intoTate's story.
Please note the following is awork of fiction.
Any similarities to events orpersons, dead or alive, are
purely coincidental.
(00:53):
The relentless wind-blown rainstung my face as I cycled
through the downpour.
The heavy droplets quicklysmeared my glasses, making it
hard to see the road ahead.
My clothes were drenched andthe weight of the water made it
feel like I was carrying a tonof bricks on my back.
The bitter, cold March raincaused a shiver, and I longed
for the comfort of a warm, dryplace.
As I pedaled along, my heartracing with anticipation, I
(01:17):
couldn't help but feel a naggingdesire to check my watch.
I knew every second counted,but the uncertainty of whether I
would make it on time wasalmost too much to bear.
Still, I focused on the roadahead, knowing that any
distraction could be disastrous.
The wind was whipping past meas I pushed harder and harder,
my muscles straining with theeffort.
(01:38):
Despite the physical exertion,my mind was racing, imagining
all the possible outcomes ofthis critical moment.
As I finally reached the top ofthe hill, a sense of immense
relief washed over me.
My burning thighs were now atease as gravity worked in my
favor, propelling me forwardwith twice the speed and half
the effort.
In the distance, a signilluminated the stormy weather,
(02:03):
serving as a beacon of hope andmotivation.
It was as if the sign cried outto me, tempting me with the
promise of achievement andsuccess.
I narrowed my eyes and squintedto see the clock in the town
square.
It was unlit and the darknessmade it difficult to read.
I strained and saw it was fiveminutes to eight.
A sudden rush of hope filled me.
(02:23):
I could make it if I hurried.
As I struggled to keep movingforward, the relentless rain
made my glasses useless, blurredby the watersheets pouring from
the sky.
Each move forward felt like anaccomplishment, but my
destination still seemed too faraway.
With each push of the pedal, myheart raced and my muscles
burned.
The bright LED sign in thestore's window flickered red and
(02:46):
blue, drawing my attention.
The word open flashedrepeatedly to indicate that the
store was still ready forbusiness.
I applied the brakes of my bikequickly, decelerating With a
swift motion.
I jumped off the still-movingbicycle and started running
alongside it toward the frontwindow of the flower shop.
As I gazed through the glass, Inoticed that the display was
(03:06):
mostly empty and a wave ofanxiety washed over me.
Was I too late?
Tonight, betty and I planned toeat at the diner where we met
one year ago.
Today I decided to get herflowers.
They were a neutral yetromantic gift.
They said I cared about herdeeply, but without using the
word love.
My thoughts flew out of my headas fast as I was flying after I
(03:29):
hit something with my bike.
The forward momentum threw mehead-first into the green
recycling can on the sidewalk,slamming it to the ground in
unison with my back and spewingits entire contents across the
pavement, and everything wentblack.
I opened my eyes to find myselfunexpectedly surrounded by a
(03:51):
crowd.
The rain had subsided and Icouldn't remember what had
happened or how I had ended upin this situation.
Was I in shock?
Had I blacked out?
The questions raced through mymind as I tried to understand
everything.
I was disoriented and confused,and it took me a moment to
realize that EMTs were attendingto me.
(04:14):
I glanced behind the shoulder ofthe EMT, asking me my name,
birthday and what year it was.
I saw the town clock showingthat it was now 8.15.
I tried concentrating but mymind wandered as I gazed around.
I was drawn to the flower shop.
Its once bright open sign nowdimmed, letting me know I was
too late.
The darkened storefront stoodin stark contrast to the bright
(04:37):
lights of the bustling street.
I looked around to the otherside to see someone placing my
trusty bike in the nearby rack.
It looked less the worse forwear as it stood patiently
waiting for me to continue myjourney.
It was too late to get flowersand all the other stores on the
town square were now closed.
The only place opened was thediner where Betty awaited me.
Did she think that I stood herup on our first date anniversary
(04:59):
?
The EMT repeated his questions,but I could only think about
Betty waiting.
Then the EMT asked if there wasanybody he could call.
The only person I could thinkof was Betty.
I needed to go to her to holdher on this frigid, soggy night.
I glanced again at my bike,pondering what to do, running
(05:20):
across to the diner would befaster than getting there by
riding over On the dreary, wetpavement.
One bright yellow flower from aweed on the sidewalk poked its
beauty through the spokes andseemed to glow in the darkness.
I pushed the EMT aside andreached out a scraped-up hand to
gently pluck the flower frombetween the metal spokes.
That lone flower was all Ineeded to let Betty know how I
(05:42):
truly felt.
To express the word I wasincapable, or rather reluctant,
to say A bouquet would have beengeneric and said little, not
committing me to anything withBetty.
I did love her, and now Irealized my truth.
A well-groomed man with abouquet of generic flowers from
a flower shop would only say Icared.
(06:03):
But a shattered soul standingin a diner, drenched to the bone
, with blood trickling from awound on his brow, cradling a
single wildflower, that said itall.
It said that I was in love.
(06:28):
Did you ever experience a momentwhere a simple gesture from
someone moved or changed you inways you never expected?
There are moments in life whenwords are not enough to express
the deep emotions in our hearts.
Sometimes a simple gesture canconvey more than a thousand
words A meaningful look, agentle touch or a warm embrace
(06:49):
can speak volumes and touch thesoul in ways that words cannot.
In such moments, a bouquet maynot be necessary to convey what
we feel.
Reaching out with a smallgesture to someone we love can
be a powerful expression of ouremotions and create a lasting
memory that will be cherishedforever.
(07:10):
Thank you for joining us on thisepisode of Pan2Pen.
We're committed to keeping thispodcast ad-free to ensure your
listening experience remainsuninterrupted.
However, producing a podcastlike this demands significant
resources.
If you enjoy what you hear andwant to support us, please
consider visiting the link inthe show notes.
Your contributions will help uscontinue to bring you
(07:32):
captivating stories free ofinterruptions.
Thank you for being a part ofthe Pan2Pen community.
If you haven't done so already,please subscribe, rate and
follow us.
Also, share this podcast withyour friends and family.
If you enjoyed this story orhave any comments, you can find
us on social media and Tate'swebsite, which are listed in the
show notes.
We would love to hear from you.
(07:53):
Thanks for tuning in, wishingyou all the best until we meet
again and remember stories neverend.
They just take a break.
Until next time, keep the talesalive.
Pan2pen, where a chef exploresstorytelling beyond the kitchen
is written, produced and editedby Tate Basildon, who holds the
copyright herein.
(08:14):
Pan2pen, where a chef exploresstorytelling beyond the kitchen,
(08:38):
is written, produced and editedby Tate Basildon, who holds the
copyright herein.
Welcome and Happy New Year.
We hope your holidays werejoyful and wish you all the best
for 2024.
In today's story, a quest for asingle gesture transcends the
ordinary and delves into theprofound.
Amidst the chaos of anunforeseen incident, a moment
emerges that would define thedepths of love, commitment and
the unspoken connection betweentwo souls.
(00:26):
So join us as we delve intoTate's story.
Please note the following is awork of fiction.
Any similarities to events orpersons, dead or alive, are
purely coincidental.
(00:53):
The relentless wind-blown rainstung my face as I cycled
through the downpour.
The heavy droplets quicklysmeared my glasses, making it
hard to see the road ahead.
My clothes were drenched andthe weight of the water made it
feel like I was carrying a tonof bricks on my back.
The bitter, cold March raincaused a shiver, and I longed
for the comfort of a warm, dryplace.
As I pedaled along, my heartracing with anticipation, I
(01:17):
couldn't help but feel a naggingdesire to check my watch.
I knew every second counted,but the uncertainty of whether I
would make it on time wasalmost too much to bear.
Still, I focused on the roadahead, knowing that any
distraction could be disastrous.
The wind was whipping past meas I pushed harder and harder,
my muscles straining with theeffort.
(01:38):
Despite the physical exertion,my mind was racing, imagining
all the possible outcomes ofthis critical moment.
As I finally reached the top ofthe hill, a sense of immense
relief washed over me.
My burning thighs were now atease as gravity worked in my
favor, propelling me forwardwith twice the speed and half
the effort.
In the distance, a signilluminated the stormy weather,
(02:03):
serving as a beacon of hope andmotivation.
It was as if the sign cried outto me, tempting me with the
promise of achievement andsuccess.
I narrowed my eyes and squintedto see the clock in the town
square.
It was unlit and the darknessmade it difficult to read.
I strained and saw it was fiveminutes to eight.
A sudden rush of hope filled me.
(02:23):
I could make it if I hurried.
As I struggled to keep movingforward, the relentless rain
made my glasses useless, blurredby the watersheets pouring from
the sky.
Each move forward felt like anaccomplishment, but my
destination still seemed too faraway.
With each push of the pedal, myheart raced and my muscles
burned.
The bright LED sign in thestore's window flickered red and
(02:46):
blue, drawing my attention.
The word open flashedrepeatedly to indicate that the
store was still ready forbusiness.
I applied the brakes of my bikequickly, decelerating With a
swift motion.
I jumped off the still-movingbicycle and started running
alongside it toward the frontwindow of the flower shop.
As I gazed through the glass, Inoticed that the display was
(03:06):
mostly empty and a wave ofanxiety washed over me.
Was I too late?
Tonight, betty and I planned toeat at the diner where we met
one year ago.
Today I decided to get herflowers.
They were a neutral yetromantic gift.
They said I cared about herdeeply, but without using the
word love.
My thoughts flew out of my headas fast as I was flying after I
(03:29):
hit something with my bike.
The forward momentum threw mehead-first into the green
recycling can on the sidewalk,slamming it to the ground in
unison with my back and spewingits entire contents across the
pavement, and everything wentblack.
I opened my eyes to find myselfunexpectedly surrounded by a
(03:51):
crowd.
The rain had subsided and Icouldn't remember what had
happened or how I had ended upin this situation.
Was I in shock?
Had I blacked out?
The questions raced through mymind as I tried to understand
everything.
I was disoriented and confused,and it took me a moment to
realize that EMTs were attendingto me.
(04:14):
I glanced behind the shoulder ofthe EMT, asking me my name,
birthday and what year it was.
I saw the town clock showingthat it was now 8.15.
I tried concentrating but mymind wandered as I gazed around.
I was drawn to the flower shop.
Its once bright open sign nowdimmed, letting me know I was
too late.
The darkened storefront stoodin stark contrast to the bright
(04:37):
lights of the bustling street.
I looked around to the otherside to see someone placing my
trusty bike in the nearby rack.
It looked less the worse forwear as it stood patiently
waiting for me to continue myjourney.
It was too late to get flowersand all the other stores on the
town square were now closed.
The only place opened was thediner where Betty awaited me.
Did she think that I stood herup on our first date anniversary
(04:59):
?
The EMT repeated his questions,but I could only think about
Betty waiting.
Then the EMT asked if there wasanybody he could call.
The only person I could thinkof was Betty.
I needed to go to her to holdher on this frigid, soggy night.
I glanced again at my bike,pondering what to do, running
(05:20):
across to the diner would befaster than getting there by
riding over On the dreary, wetpavement.
One bright yellow flower from aweed on the sidewalk poked its
beauty through the spokes andseemed to glow in the darkness.
I pushed the EMT aside andreached out a scraped-up hand to
gently pluck the flower frombetween the metal spokes.
That lone flower was all Ineeded to let Betty know how I
(05:42):
truly felt.
To express the word I wasincapable, or rather reluctant,
to say A bouquet would have beengeneric and said little, not
committing me to anything withBetty.
I did love her, and now Irealized my truth.
A well-groomed man with abouquet of generic flowers from
a flower shop would only say Icared.
(06:03):
But a shattered soul standingin a diner, drenched to the bone
, with blood trickling from awound on his brow, cradling a
single wildflower, that said itall.
It said that I was in love.
(06:28):
Did you ever experience a momentwhere a simple gesture from
someone moved or changed you inways you never expected?
There are moments in life whenwords are not enough to express
the deep emotions in our hearts.
Sometimes a simple gesture canconvey more than a thousand
words A meaningful look, agentle touch or a warm embrace
(06:49):
can speak volumes and touch thesoul in ways that words cannot.
In such moments, a bouquet maynot be necessary to convey what
we feel.
Reaching out with a smallgesture to someone we love can
be a powerful expression of ouremotions and create a lasting
memory that will be cherishedforever.
(07:10):
Thank you for joining us on thisepisode of Pan2Pen.
We're committed to keeping thispodcast ad-free to ensure your
listening experience remainsuninterrupted.
However, producing a podcastlike this demands significant
resources.
If you enjoy what you hear andwant to support us, please
consider visiting the link inthe show notes.
Your contributions will help uscontinue to bring you
(07:32):
captivating stories free ofinterruptions.
Thank you for being a part ofthe Pan2Pen community.
If you haven't done so already,please subscribe, rate and
follow us.
Also, share this podcast withyour friends and family.
If you enjoyed this story orhave any comments, you can find
us on social media and Tate'swebsite, which are listed in the
show notes.
We would love to hear from you.
(07:53):
Thanks for tuning in, wishingyou all the best until we meet
again and remember stories neverend.
They just take a break.
Until next time, keep the talesalive.
Pan2pen, where a chef exploresstorytelling beyond the kitchen
is written, produced and editedby Tate Basildon, who holds the
copyright herein.
(08:14):
Pan2pen, where a chef exploresstorytelling beyond the kitchen,
(08:38):
is written, produced and editedby Tate Basildon, who holds the
copyright herein.
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