Ever wonder what dreams are all about? I don't mean the kind you have while you are sleeping I mean the burning desire to accomplish something so great that it drives you to pursue it. I have a dream, a wish, a fantasy. I want to write a book not just any book, a book to help people. A book that tells them they are not alone. A collection of words buried in truth to help them overcome pain and suffering while sharing the joy and laughter.
My wish consists not of money, fame, or power but of a young girl that might one day write me a letter. She might be a lot like me or she might be my complete opposite at that age. The words of the letter could be spelled wrong or maybe in a different language but the meaning would still hold true. It may be written in crayon on a piece of Lisa Frank stationary. Her letters might be deformed and her words crooked but the content would ring loud and clear bringing me more gratification than any accomplishment in the world.
She would thank me for having the courage to bear my soul to the world. The strength to show my personal pain, suffering and weakness while rejoicing in the triumphs of success and joy. Answers to questions some dare not voice and fears that some will never acknowledge are splashed across pages that she read late at night as she shed her own tears.
If she gave one example of how my life and writings changed hers my life would be worth all the pain and all the suffering I have endured.
