I believe in dreaming. Dreams become prayers and I live on my prayers. My prayers can take me as far as I want to go, so can my dreams.
I started using my dreams to succeed. Life was going well, I was dreaming and succeeding. One day my parents told me. My great step grandpa was sick with cancer and dying. I knew that we would have to help him. We flew to Las Vegas. I was lost and did not know what dream to hold on to. I could not find a dream. I spent the longest two weeks of my life sitting on a porch in 110o weather thinking, just thinking. After those two weeks of thinking, I found a dream. A dream that would last two years, that dream was to stay strong for the other people in the situation and to make it out of this problem stronger and wiser. I held on to that dream like a five year old holds on to her teddy bear at night. I did not let go. There were a couple times when the dream slipped, but I always got a good grasp on it.
As time passed things got worse. The cancer grew, and now my great grandma needed assistance with everyday life. I was helping around the house more than I wanted to. My life was about to change drastically. My great grandparent’s relationship grew from dislike to resentment to hate. They hated each other. When it was time to move my great grandma to a helpers home we wanted her to go to Arizona, with her daughter, my grandma. When she left there were no goodbye hugs, no waves, nothing out of my great step grandpa. A week after she left my great step grandpa died in the rocking chair in the family room. Then a week after that my great grandma died in a bed in a helper’s home in Arizona. I was devastated. I had to put my dream to work. This was the time. I made it through. Even today when I look back I realize what a big help my dream was.
There were lots of hard times, but I learned a lot. My dream came true. I am much more intelligent, and much stronger that I ever was before. Even though I get teary eyed when I think about this experience I still think my dream helped. I believe in dreaming.
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