Greetings from the Panhandle,

I am wondering, is it possible to have another great day?  Sure we can have lots of great days, don’t doubt it.

I am amazed at how we think things are possible and other things are impossible.  Doubt sometimes makes us rethink our possibilities.  We are either; too young, too old, too fat, too skinny, too dumb, or just too smart to make a change. A lot of these excuses keep us stuck in our lives, or at least struggling with the possibility of doing great and doing what we dream.

I have shared the story of talking with my dad about his dream to put rock on the outside of his home, but this is how things become possible.  He decided to rock this fairly large home at 75 years of age and ask me what I thought.  First, my dad was not a brick layer by trade or had he ever laid rock and he wanted to tackle a house for his first project.  Why not a planter first? My first thought you are too old and you don’t know how.  Now I tried to be very tactful and say, ‘that would take a long time’.  His response was, ‘I have all the time in the world and if I do 6 or 8 rocks a day it won’t be very hard’.  Really, 6 or 8 rocks a day!  How many thousands of rocks, and how many days does it take to rock a home for a 75 year old man?

He saw the house already rocked and I saw a yard filled with piles of rock that I would be trying to weed around. This would take years in my mind and it was already completed in his mind.

He did rock that home and made a rock wall around the front.  The only mystery in this rocking process was the silverware went missing.  The mystery was solved as we toured the rock house.  Forks, spoons, and knives were found stuck in the rock wall to support the rocks while the cement dried. He never removed them so now they are a part of the home.  We have stopped blaming the butler for the loss of our Silver.

What I am trying to say today is, what would have happened if he could have sense my doubt and said, ‘she’s right I’m too old and it would take too long.  Just my actions or words could have prevented my dad from fulfilling his dream.  

My dad Is 91 years old and will turn 92 in March, and I ask him how he did it.  He said, ‘it was nothing, just a few rocks a day.

Choose to encourage everyone in their dreams and just by chance you too can change a life.

Your sister friend,
BarbWire