When I was about 9 or 10 I had the amazing (crazy) idea to build a rollercoaster in my backyard. Some how I convinced my brother, and 2 friends that lived down the street that we can actually pull this off. It was going to have loops, and was completely incased in a tube(like the drive thru bank tubes), and it was going to go underground… oh yeah and at one point the track was going to have a break in it and the cart would fly from one section to the other… it was amazing! Right away we starting drawing plans and digging a hole.
That may be the oldest memory of my “crazy” dreams.
Of course I had many more from then like creating a bed that vibrated you as an alarm instead of a audible alarm (11 years old), a tub that automatically mixed the right about of hot and cold for the perfect bath (shower) every time 17… Christian clothing company 25-ish… and a billion other ideas.
Being a dreamer in a land of those who love to critique (is critiquer a word?) is tough sometime. Criticizers love to tell you everything that won’t work. Dreamers think let’s see what happens and more importantly why not me?
Today we recognize one of the most celebrated dreamers that I can think of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
His dream was big, courageous, audacious, unflappable, crazy, amazing… and we still strive towards it.
We don’t have parades for critiquers, we have parades for dreamers!
