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Short: The Handshake
At the rehearsal in Fairview, the teacher in charge said it three times. "It is simple. You walk up. You shake with the RIGHT hand. You take the diploma with the LEFT. You smile. You keep walking."
Jordan practiced at home with Grandpa Lou, who played the principal and handed over a rolled-up newspaper. Shake, take, smile, walk. They did it eleven times. It was perfect every time.
Then came the day. The gym was hot, the gowns were hotter, and the line moved one name at a time. Jordan stood in it, saying the words quietly. Shake RIGHT. Take LEFT. Shake RIGHT. Take LEFT.
The name was called. Jordan walked up the steps, did not trip, and reached the principal.
The principal held out the other hand.
Nobody had practiced that. Jordan shook the diploma. Then Jordan took hold of the principal's hand and tried to walk off with it. For a moment the two of them stood there, holding on, like people about to dance.
The whole gym laughed. Grandpa Lou laughed loudest, and took a picture.
Then the principal let go, bowed, and started again from the top, and this time it went as planned. Jordan walked down the far steps with a diploma, a red face and the loudest cheer of the afternoon.
That picture is on the wall now. Of all the photos from that day, it is the only one LEFT that anybody asks about.
Congratulations, Jordan. Whatever you are holding now is yours to keep.