Miracles And Dreams

Dreams come and they go, but the ones who hang on become the miracles that make us who we are. If I have learned anything in my life, it is not to give up on those things that are most important to me. No matter how little hope there is supposed to be, no one ever really knows if something is hopeless unless they decide it is so.

Once I decide it is hopeless, to continue on would be foolish, because I have already given up on the most important part of a dream -- believing it is a possibility.

There are things I have chosen to give up. It was not easy. It will never be easy to remember those times, but they were definitely choices made consciously and with absolute intention. There are other things I have chosen never to give up and they sustain me through times when all else fails.

Thirty years ago today, one of my miracles occurred with the birth of my son. A child that should not have been conceived and could not be carried full term, but he was. The world would be a much poorer place without him. He is one of the great lights in my life and the lives of many others, a good son, a good husband, a good father, a good man and I will love him even more tomorrow than I do today, which seems impossible, but it is not, I know that, because it is the way I have loved him since before he took his first breath.

He is a dream who became a miracle.