Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
...most popular choice for the African-American Read-In 2010
I keep thinking of all those kids in the Olympics who have captured our imaginations and TV screens this week. I think about their moms and dads, too, staying up all night so that the kid could practice at the Mennen Arena (or the Idaho equivalent) and paying for all that equipment and ice time. An Olympic dream has Homeric proportions and involves the support of more than spandex.
Get a gold medal for yourself in something. Focus your energy. Do the hard work and earn it. Say thanks to your team, too.
Keep writing,
Maureen
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