His Dreams
I learned a long time ago that in life, it is FAR, FAR, FAR better to help others than to help yourself.
Sometimes you have to take care of #1, but in reality, I FEEL better, my WHOLE heart feels whole, when I'm in service to the Lord and in service to others.
So that is why.
His Dreams.
The ones he has kept since he was a little boy in a town in Columbia touch me the way they do.
His Dreams.
The ones where he dances and all eyes are on him.
His Dreams.
The one where money doesn't hold him back, but comes to him in reward for his effort.
His Dreams.
Where his family sees his success.
Those dreams.
Keep me up at night.
Toss me in my bed.
Where I wonder if I can go without pay this week for his dreams.
Where I wonder if I can go without meals this week for this dreams.
He is not my son.
He's old enough to be a sibling.
But, he is in my heart the way a son would be.
And his Dreams fill my heart with the joy and hope he lives his life with.
I suppose that's what parents really feel like.
Like they carry their child's dreams in their heart and it breaks when the road is difficult.
It breaks when the road is not fair.
Or people are unkind.
It breaks.
His dreams.
Are beautiful.
☮, 
, ♥,
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