When the Tennessee Mountain Man was a young man, there were dream girls. Girls like Liz Taylor, Raquel Welch, Marilyn Monroe, Diana Ross, Nancy Sinatra, Tina Turner and the Vargas girls. Person, we also considered Annie Oakley, Dale Evans, Miss Kitty, Della Street, and the girl next-door were hot... probably a hormone thing.
But, there have been also dreamers. Visit this webpage read about lee mcfarland to read when to flirt with this viewpoint. Dreamers like John Kennedy who had a desire that challenged and inspi-red a new era. Dreamers like Martin Luther King, Jr. who had a dream that changed a state. Discover more on a related link by visiting the internet. Bobby Kennedy had a dream. The Gipper had a dream.
Then there were the dream makers... dream producers like school teachers who challenged you to be all you could possibly be, professionals like attorneys and health practitioners who used their skills largely since they cared for their fellow man often for a pound of butter, several fresh farm eggs, a chicken for the dinner table, or perhaps a gallon of fresh churned buttermilk, and there were men of God who spread the Gospel out-of love for anything apart from numbers, pleasure and money. There have been local community leaders who inspi-red and they really got out on the road and interacted with their people.
The poet Langston Hughes:
'Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is really a broken-winged bird
That can not fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is really a barren area
Frozen with snow.'
Where are the Doctor Kildare's that dare challenge anyone to a noble service bigger than themselves rather than seeking self aggrandizement?
Where is America's future? Where are the dream striking TELEVISION shows and real street visits like Route 66? Where are real cars that people could fall deeply in love with? Where are the street side stands where a child's imagination could be driven for hours without anything being stolen or broken?
Where have all the dreamers gone? Where have the dream makers gone? Why are people who began with nothing but a dream now placing comfortably inside their million dollar houses sipping brandy in the morning and ensconced in their ivory towers by day while dreamers vanish from the landscape? Who do they think will inspire a new era to desire, to challenge if they do not? What we have been given, what we have achieved has a value which can not be abdicated. The dream, the inspiration must be passed to a new era. They need to strive for a brand new frontier.
Oh, community love, community pride, community attention, 4-H Clubs, Boy Scouts, FFA, school plays and cake walks where art thou? The Computerman do not see his grandchildren seeking any of these issues or thinking about what might be. We have not arrived with a long shot. Where is the next generation and what will it achieve? Does it add anything useful to God's earth or be self-absorbed or be couch potatoes using the latest gizmo?
Does your pastor encourage the teenagers, or is he or she only there to count heads and collect pounds? If it's not the former, it is time to get a new pastor. Do the teachers in your schools inspire and motivate students? Or even, send them packing. Their grossly lengthy holiday plan and short hours be damned. Let them accomplish that for which they are best-suited like slinging burgers at the Golden Arches rather than holding right back our prodigy. Dig up more on an affiliated use with by clicking find out more. Do social and political leaders lead? Or even, replace them, and the sooner the better for the next-generation of dreamers.
Exactly why is hanging in the engine therefore popular to-day? Why are gangs and gang bangers so prevalent? Why can not our youngsters dream beyond their current conditions? We did! We wished to be Wyatt Earp (at the least the TELEVISION picture), Matt Dillon, The Lawman, Perry Mason, Dr Marcus Welby, M.D., Paladin, Pat Garrett or possibly even the Reverend Billy Graham or another Reverend Dr Martin Luther King or a Sister Theresa or maybe Elvis or Ricky Nelson and we enjoyed seeing Lassie while wolfing down a big bowl of pop corn or home parched peanuts while we believed.
- Where Are The Dreamers