Dream, Change, Win!
That was the main topic that speakers was talking on the convention 2009 by Neways International on April 24-25 in Las Vegas. To me those words became something more, then bunch of letters.
Dream…
Marcia Wieder was a speaker, who opened meaning of this word to my heart.
When we were small we dreamed easy. We loved to dream. We dreamed about many things and they were so clear, but when we grow up, our dreams became so cloudy and of course we forget about them.
I was sitting and reminding myself, what my dreams was about in my childhood.
Yes, I had two of them! One of them came to me easily, because I worked on it, but second was somewhere dip in my heart. I needed to dig it out. It was not forgotten forever, it just was not impressed as good as I dreamed of.
One of my biggest dreams was to have a big family, and the father of my kids will never come home drunk and angry. I dreamed about this because I saw those days a lot.
My father was an alcoholic (he didn’t say so, he said that he just liked to drink)
Did I achieve this dream? Yes, I have big family, five children. My kids have great dad and never saw him drunk.
He is a very good example for my kids, perhaps they will understand it a little later (we have teenagers home).
I need to tell you a story, before I want to share with you my second dream.
It was spring, when snow was melted and created big pools. A group of people including me went to the church.
We didn’t have cars, we had to use a bus, and then walk about two miles. My feet got sock and wet because I had soft material boots, they was not waterproofed. My mom couldn’t afford to buy good ones.
When I was in church, I saw couple men were talking about something and one of them pointed at me.
To make long story short, they decided to buy good boots for me.
I can’t explain my feelings, when excepted them. For me was better to give something, then receive – my mom thought me so.
I cried. A lot of feelings mixed together. I was happy, because I could walk through the watery spots, and my fits will stay dry.
I was angry, because my dad had a good job, but we never saw his support.
I saw happy faces of those, who made something for God’s little one, and I wanted to be on their place.
I wished it wasn’t be me, whom was helped but I give, I help. In this day my dream was when I will grow up I will help people in their needs.
Did I achieve this dream?
God knows….