BrentH said:
Sometimes reality is a tough chew..
We ignore it at our peril.
And sometimes our dreams become our realities. Sometimes our realities are greater than our dreams.
When I was a child we lived in a four room house with a coal stove as our only heat. We had an outhouse. My grandfather had lost everything in the Depression.
We lived in Georgia, but it was still cold, very cold. For instance I have always loved fountain pens. I remember my bedroom being so cold that the ink froze in my fountain pen.
But my father believed in education, so he took every penny he had and sent me to a private school where I could get a good education. I hated the school at the time, but now I am very grateful for his sacrifice.
The teachers knew my circumstances. One day I was given the assignment to write what I wanted to become. When I grew up.
I put all my dreams into that paper, describing a lifestyle that was beyond, so far beyond, the possibilities that lay ahead for someone in my financial circumstances --- that my teacher told me it was "pure fantasy" and that she insisted that I redo the paper in "more reasonable terms," or she would give me an "F" for writing fiction!
I remember standing in front of the class crying at the outrage involving the destruction of my dream. But I pulled myself together and told her, "I AM keeping my dream and my goals, even if it means getting an 'F' on this paper.
I got an 'F' (tough school) and even though I lost the paper, I also kept and exceeded my dream.