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A Dream Developed

Hola, good people; I hope you are feeling good, feeling great. I've been listening to Usher the whole day, so if I didn't start writing soon, I may have started gliding around this whole building. Ironically, today is a day for "Moving Mountains", so let's go.

If you ever have a moment, ask your parents what they wanted to be when they were younger. It dawned on me yesterday sitting in a meeting that we are afforded opportunities that were not given to our fathers, let alone our forefathers. In retrospect, one can remember plenty of times being asked what I want to be as an adult. The memories of asking them what career they dreamed of as a youth is blurry. My mother has worked at her job for over 25 years, and my father puts his life on the line consistently as a fireman. For myself and my siblings, they decided to defer their dreams to create a higher quality of living. Sacrifices were made to ensure that we have options.

So now at 24 (whoo!), I sit in my chair recognizing that my time is now. The same goes for you. In this age of technology and real-time results, it is demanded that we put up, or shut up. We all have a chance to recognize those dreams that made us giggle and drool as "young bucs". In order to do so however, it is imperative that we gameplan, gather ourselves, and go after our dreams with an undaunted passion.

Why? Why not? Dreams are the destination points of development. We seek to reach them at the end of our journeys, and use goals and objectives as landmarks. There have been endless reasons for us as a generation, a culture, or family to stop. With God to steer and us to hit the gas, we can get there...on a quarter tank!!!

I try to avoid being the preachy type, so please understand what I'm trying to say. We have been placed at the table and asked, "Are you hungry?" There are chances to chase your dreams, and not be apologetic. When you are blessed with children, or if you already are, take pride in telling them,"You can do anything you dream of. Just like me."

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