I have a dream.
Given that we’re traveling the South, I recognize that this is neither a new dream nor an original one.
Because it is still a dream since it isn’t yet a reality.
However
I’ve seen broken windows, broken homes, but not broken spirits
I’ve seen the old and weathered faces of those who have weathered an old and heavy storm
But most importantly, I’ve also seen what gives them hope.
“You,” they said.
A group of young college kids from Portland
A nurse, a biologist, an environmentalist, a communication professional, a fourth grade teacher, a counselor, a criminologist, a lawyer, a journalist, a historian, a political scientist, and a kindergarten teacher…to be.
A group of young college kids ready to dream the dream.
To follow the dream, even when they don’t know where it will take them
To feel the dream, even when it’s not tangible
To believe in the dream, even when others don’t see it
And to be the dream…because that’s what gives others hope.