Everybody has a dream

[SacTown Chronic]

Did you know that?


Me? I was going to play safety for the Dallas Cowboys and knock the snot out of anyone who dared go near me on the football field. I was going to be rich and buy my mom the biggest sectional couch I could find. But it turned out that I was too slow to play professional football -- and a tad too small to be honest with you. Mom? Well she's had seven or eight husbands since I was a kid. Any one of them could have bought her that sectional she always wanted but none of them did. Effing deadbeats.

Am I bitter?

Hell no! My life turned out better than I could have hoped, I guess. My hedons fire and multiply all day long. I have I wife who, quite frankly, some days I don't deserve. I have wonderful children and incredible friends. I am eternally grateful for everything I have. I wouldn't trade the life I have now for the realization of the dreams I used to have.

But what of those who had their dreams come crashing down around them and their life is a mess? Suicide? New dreams? Gradual acceptance of a dreary life? It hurts my heart to know that for every dream achieved, a thousand more die. Do poor people dream more than others? I bet they do.

I don't know where I'm going with this. It's just something I was thinking about last night. The one thing I do know, my friends, is that I hope all your dreams come true.