Live your dream

I have a friend named Monu who owns a dairy in Aurangabad. I regularly visit his office to learn some good things.

Last time I was there he said story of a young boy who was son of a herdsman who would go across farm to farm, field to field, taking care of cows. As a result, the boy was not able to attend his classes regularly. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.

That night he wrote pages after pages describing his goal, to own a dairy farm someday. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 100-acre dairy, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 5,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 100-acre dream dairy farm.

He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.

The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, "Why did I receive an F?"

The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from a herdsman family. You have no resources. Owning a dairy farm requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you'll have to pay for setting huge industry. There's no way you could ever do it.' Then the teacher added, `if you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.

The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, "Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you." Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.

He stated, You can keep the "F" and I'll keep my dream.

Monu then turned to the assembled group and said, I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 5,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 100-acre dairy farm. I still have that school paper framed and hanged on the wall. He added, The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my dairy for a week. When the teacher was leaving, he said, Look, Monu, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids' dreams. Fortunately you had enough guts not to give up on yours.


Don't let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what.

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