A Dream Deferred
by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

The more I think about unforgettable people, the more I’m aware of how important we all are in somebody’s life.

I am surrounded by special people but my perspective can be clouded by my prejudice and profiling.

Perseverance is defined as: the action or condition or an instance of persevering. Persevere: to persist in a state, enterprise or undertaking in spite of counterinfluences, opposition, or discouragement.

Endurance: the ability to withstand hardship or adversity; esp: the ability to sustain a prolonged stressful effort or activity.

Holding on: to maintain a condition or position: persist, to await something desired or requested. (Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, 10th ed.)

When I think of amazing feats a number of things come to mind. But since I’m an athlete I usually think of sports. I was watching the game when Jordan scored 63 points against Boston. Barry Bonds hit number 756 to pass Hank Aaron. Kobe Bryant scored 81 against Toronto.

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning in Las Vegas but for most of this morning my mind has been plagued with what I am not, who I am not and the things I don’t have to be a successful student, entrepreneur, father, husband, etc.

At it again, working late, learning and seeking more direction in where to go with this site. I have enough Don’t Forget Abouts… people in my life to post for years. But that would limit the exposure of some wonderful people to only those that have influenced my life.

This is really hard to do. My cousin Eddie passed away on September 17, 2009. He was only five years older than me. He died of a very rare stomach cancer, I believe my father said two out of a million people get this type of cancer. I’m rarely at a loss for words, but I’m struggling to share this here. It’s been years since Eddie and I were close. He used to babysit my brother and me. Take us over his girlfriend’s house and we had to sit in the car. And we always threatened to tell on him.

You probably know what I’m talking about just by the title alone. Today was one of those days when I couldn’t get things done quite right.

The specifics aren’t really important because “hitting a brick wall” was the general theme for the day. No matter how many times I took a break to calm my frustration, get some clarity and come back to the task at hand; there was something else that wouldn’t work quite right.