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| Across the street from our home was a school and I would often watch the kids as they played basketball during the break. I often noticed a small 1 playing with boys. I watched in 2 as she ran circles around the other kids. She 3 to shoot jump shots just over their heads and into the net. The boys always tried to stop her but no one could. At other times I saw her playing alone, sometimes until 4 . One day I asked her way she 5 so much. She looked 6 in my eyes and without a moment of hesitation she said, "The only way I can go to 7 is to get a scholarship. I believe that I would get it if I were good enough at 8 . My Daddy told me if the dream is big enough, the facts don't 9 ." Then with a determined smile she ran towards the court, I watched her 10 those junior high school years and into high school. Every week, she led her team to victory. One day in her senior year, I saw her sitting in the grass, head 11 in her arms. The coach told her that at 5 feet 5 inches she would 12 never get to play for a top ranked team--much less offered a scholarship-so she should 13 dreaming about college. I asked her if she had talked to her dad about it yet. She 14 her head from her hands and told me that her father said those coaches just did not understand the 15 of a dream. He told her that if she truly wanted a scholarship, 16 could stop her except one thing-her own attitude. The next year, 17 she and her team went to the Northern California Championship game, she was seen by a college coach. She was indeed 18 a scholarship, a full one. She was going to get the college education that she had 19 and worked toward for all those years. It's 20 : If the dream is big enough, the facts don't count. | ||||
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