They didn't turn out quite the way that I had Imagined. First of all I discovered that I wasn't good enough to play baseball on a higher level. I didn't have a passion to save the world, and I never wanted to be an astronaut. My childhood dreams were shot. What did I do? Not much for awhile. I listened to sports radio, ignored my homework, and discovered alcohol.. You know, just the basics to find the way to the path that leads to alcoholism. It happens.

Do you remember your childhood dreams? Were you the next president, or a veterinarian who would save all animals from pain? Did you plan to run a marathon and test your endurance, until you felt the pain? Did you quit, when you know that you had so much more to give?
Remember your childhood dreams. I'm not meaning that you should pursue your dream to be an astronaut, professional baseball player, or figure skating gold medalist. Just remember that special feeling that you felt inside when your dreams were waiting for you during your childhood. The dreams are still there. Touch them, achieve them, chase them, or take a picture of your pursuit of those dreams! If you try, you win. That's it. Period!.
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