Just a Thought In one of my post many moons ago I said that Dr. King's dream had died. I wrote about the turmoil in our country, the racial divide, the black on black crimes and the hate all around us. I painted the picture of America and its brokenness and the hopelessness that seemed to have washed over its grand landscape. I poured my hurt and disappointment into the message and begged for us, as people, to do something. I hoped we would start to see it. His dream had died I said more than once. In one passage (from 2014 I believe) I even said "I'm Sorry" to the memory of the man whose life was taken fighting for equality. I'm Sorry! To be frank I sat on the sideline and told the world how we were failing and I meant every word of it. It was true what I said. It was pointed, it was factual and it was a mirror to the damning nature of a society hell bent on selfishness and hate. This past year has altered that opinion which brings me to today's message.

When I started writing my messages that eventually turned into the book I published my goal was to start talking and getting people to talk. I often said, people need to step up and do something. People need to say what's right no matter their belief, faith, social status, color or whatever else we use to divide us because truth is truth. I walked around thinking someone needed to it. Then I published my book. Then I started talking because people would listen to me. Then I started to listen back. Then I started to understand what I, the guy who eloquently wrote about Dr. King, had been missing all these years. The message in my own words that I sent out like a beacon begging for a savior to come and help the lost souls of our country and world. I am one of those who I was calling for to stand up and make change. Yes, me. A simple retired supply guy who spends most days jumping around doing dance fitness and talking to anyone and everyone about making their lives just a little bit better. Me.

Dr. King's dream isn't dead it was lost in the mix of redirection and misinformation. It was lost in fear of the unknown of strangers who don't look like us or believe what we believe or see things the way we see it. It was lost in the judgement of confused kids who were given too much without understanding that everything has a price and responsibility that comes with it be it respect, pride, honor, hard work or anything else. We honor the things we worked hard for and we take for granted what we have been given in most cases. Dr. King hoped his kids would be judged by the merit of their actions and not by the color of their skin. We still have ways to go as a people but his dream isn't dead. Lost were the warriors of all races and backgrounds who stood up and said this isn't right. The white faces in the sea of black ones singing We Shall Over Come. The black men standing in front of a police line facing a crowd of angry black faces not letting the men and women in uniform be harmed by the angry mob. Lost were the people who rushed to the aide of others not because of what they believed in but because it was right. This year I was reminded his dream isn't dead it is alive and well in us.

On a warm night in Las Vegas as bullets rained down over an unsuspecting crowd Dr. Kings dream showed its life. Men and women of all races rushed to the aide of others risking their lives for humans. No one asked was a person gay or straight, a republican or democrat, black or white, for black lives matter or for blue lives matter, a convict or a non-convict or anything else. The saw humans in need. People ran towards the violence to help others. In the aftermath the politics and nonsense took over but in the moment we saw what American really was and it was watching that I realized it is in us all to stand up for one another especially those who don't believe what we believe. I am Dr. Kings dream. You are Dr. Kings dream. We are his dream. With this in mind I'll add to this last bit.

Humanity does not need more hate it needs more people to stand up to the ridiculous and the absurd. It needs people all races to open their hearts, minds and spirits to the history and heritage of others not to be converted but to understand, learn and share fellowship with one another. I have a dream that people will start to embrace the unknown and see the similarities in them rather than the differences. Here I stand as one of the pillars of Dr. Kings dream because in me it is alive because I HAVE A DREAM!