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Ask me who I am - Overcomer Movie Scene



Hannah Scott: [to Coach Harrison]  Ask me who I am.

John Harrison: Who is Hannah Scott?


Hannah Scott: I am created by God. He designed me. 

So I'm not a mistake. His Son died for me, just so I could be forgiven. 

He picked me to be His own, so I'm chosen. 

He redeemed me, so I am wanted. 

He showed me Grace, just so I could be saved. 

He has a future for me, because He loves me! 

So I don't wonder anymore, Coach Harrison. 

I AM a child of God! I just wanted you to know.


Discovering Identity: The Profound Journey of Hannah Scott


In a dim-lit gymnasium, the distant echo of basketballs bouncing and sneakers squeaking on the polished floor creates a backdrop for a conversation that will soon leave an indelible mark on those present.


There stood Hannah Scott, a resilient figure in the midst of self-discovery, face-to-face with her venerable Coach Harrison. In her eyes, a fierce determination melded with a vulnerability that yearned for understanding and validation.


"Ask me who I am," Hannah urged, her voice quivering with anticipation.


Coach Harrison, known for his composed demeanor and stern exterior, looked puzzled. But recognizing the urgency in Hannah’s voice, he obliged, "Who is Hannah Scott?"


What followed was nothing short of a revelation.


"I am created by God. He designed me." Hannah began, her voice steady and filled with conviction. Each sentence that followed resonated deeply, painting a vivid picture of her journey through doubts, struggles, and the relentless search for identity.


"So I'm not a mistake. His Son died for me, just so I could be forgiven." Her voice broke the barriers that had held her back. With every declaration, the weight of past burdens seemed to lift, replaced with newfound strength.


"He picked me to be His own, so I'm chosen. He redeemed me, so I am wanted. He showed me Grace, just so I could be saved. He has a future for me, because He loves me!"


Hannah’s words struck a chord, echoing sentiments many have felt but few have articulated with such raw emotion. The room, once filled with ambient noise, was now wrapped in an intense, almost palpable silence.


She concluded, "So I don’t wonder anymore, Coach Harrison. I AM a child of God! I just wanted you to know."


It wasn’t just about faith, or even self-acceptance. This was about the profound journey of a young woman rediscovering herself through the lens of a Higher Power, breaking free from the chains of societal judgment, self-doubt, and the longing to belong. It was about finding solace in a love so profound that it transformed not just her view of herself, but of the world around her.

Coach Harrison, along with everyone present, was left in awe. This wasn’t just an everyday exchange. It was a moment of transformation, a testament to the indomitable spirit of a young woman named Hannah Scott.


Such is the magic of self-discovery – it not only changes the person undergoing it but has the power to inspire countless others. Hannah’s journey serves as a beacon of hope, reminding us all of the extraordinary strength found in embracing one's true identity.


Thank you.


Aderogba Otunla 


Video Source: Ask me who I am - Overcomer Movie Scene

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8wW6T4Vhko 


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