Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. had a dream. It wasn’t for himself. He had a dream for everyone. I’m white, he had a dream for me. I don’t know what color your skin is; but, MLK had a dream for you also. In the ideal world everyone gets the same chance as everyone else. It ain’t happening yet. Too many people have dreams, for themselves and for their families; those dreams are being squashed flat. Has the USA forgotten what it is to dream? To at least try?
Are we sitting on our butts afraid to try because the dream killers are out there waiting to pounce? I don’t know. I’ve tried a couple of ideas, had some fun, had some failures. I had a chance. My Mom believed in giving chances. She helped my imagination to grow. I’m not saying that what went on in our family was perfect–IT DEFINITELY WASN’T. She did not try to kill my dreams though.
Dream killers come in all shapes and sizes. A dram killer can be the person who puts you down because you’re short. A dream killer can also be the person who calls you: stupid, skinny, chink, nigger, red skin, wet back. DID I LEAVE SOME OUT? Yup. The list goes on. Killing a dream is easy. Helping a dream actually takes some effort. I can understand concern that someone might over-reach on a dream. That doesn’t excuse keeping someone from dreaming by making them feel small. If we make someone feel small just because we feel small ourselves, we have just become a dream killer.
Kill someone’s dreams often enough; and, you kill that person a little bit more inside until they no longer dream. Being a dream killer isn’t something to brag about.
Our country grew big because people dreamed and then tried to make the dream a reality. Other countries are growing and dreaming. When did we stop? Why stop? Why not help the dreams and stop making people feel small? Please don’t be a dream killer! Our country needs the dreamers to help it stay strong. Becoming weak or feeling small saps the survival of a society, a country, a world. True, not all dreams are good. Not all dreams are bad either.