My Dad grew up black, poor, and in the segregated South. As a little boy he wanted to be a professional basketball player, and by the time I joined the family that’s what he was doing.
Growing up with a father who was an extremely hard worker and who had accomplished what he had dreamed of seemed totally normal to me. I thought everyone had that same short synapse between hopes and dreams and real life, so it never occurred to me that I couldn’t fulfill my own hopes and dreams.
I encounter so, so many people who are simply daunted by even dreaming, and the idea of bringing a dream to fruition is not even possible. As an adult, I have realized even more how remarkable my father is, and how massive his impact has been on my life…mostly because I’m living out my dreams.
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