01/14/2016
I cut this column out of the Guymon Daily Herald in 1986
..is there a dreamer in you life who needs encouragement? How about you? Do you need a Dream Encourager?
Takes Courage to Show Your Dream
By Erma Bombeck
When I slit open the envelope, a photocopy of a check for $5 fell out. The note with it was simple and direct, “I made this from my poem entitled, ‘Youth.” Thanks for encouraging me.”
Five Bucks! What can you buy with $5 these days? A pint of designer ice cream? One rose? A home furnishing magazine? A pair of pantyhose? Four gallons of gas?
If you’re Sarah, who lives in Louisiana, it can buy euphoria, with side orders of pride, hope and self-esteem and the discovery someone was willing to put a price of your talent.
There’s a lot of Sarahs out there…women who keep their dreams in a private little box hidden from the rest of the world. Occasionally, they take the lid off and look at it just to know it’s still there and then get on with their business of living.
It takes a lot of courage to show your dream to someone else. They might laugh. They might not understand. Worse, they might take it out of the box and drop it and where would you get another one? Dreams are fragile, you know.
Some people, in desperation, give up on dreams. They clean house on day and decide, “This is ridiculous! I’m acting like a small child who refuses to give up a favorite toy.” So, they toss out the contents of the box – the short story, the idea for a business, the college degree, the job they would love to have, the child they want, the trip they would love to take.
Then there are a few, like Sarah, who are willing to take a risk. They take the dream out of the box, put it on and start living it. They lay bare their ego to discover if they are equal to the dream or if they are equal only to the fantasy.
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That’s why dreamers are lonely. No one can help them with the struggle. No one can ease the pain of failure. There are some things they have to do themselves.
I understand the fears and apprehensions of the closet dreamers, but oh how I admire the Mother Teresas, the Geraldine Ferraros, the Samantha Smiths the Christa McAuliffes, the Helen Kellers and, yes, the Sarahs who write poetry at the kitchen table at night. Are they winners? Winning is not what they’re all about. Neither are the rewards.
What is special about them is they’re dreamers who put it on the line. They had the courage to admit what they wanted was just beyond their reach, but if they wanted it badly enough…anything was possible.
They gambled. And for the risk, they were all rewarded with a legacy for others to follow. For some it was a trail that was blazed, and attitude that was changed, a place in history, a thought, a life that was touched.
That’s the difference between them and those who never take their dreams of the box. They leave nothing.