There’s a couple of girls named Tay and Val, who started a program called I Believe That Dreams Come True.
I don’t even know the best way to start this, but I guess I’ll do so by saying that I didn’t expect to feel so…’found’ after tonight. Dad had come home the other night talking about two girls who had been starting a large, very inspirational movement for a few years now. He linked me to their site and I skimmed it, I did the usual small perusing of it before closing it. They were two women who were traveling across the world with only minimal supplies, bikes, and little to no money, to help people realize their dreams. My though was “Okay, that’s cool.”
But then the next night he asked if I wanted to meet them. These two girls, who had been speaking around the world and changing people’s lives, were going to come have dinner at our house. At first my reaction was the same to almost anything dad offered to help me, I declined. I didn’t feel that he should waste his efforts on me. I thought it ended there and I deleted the site from my history because it made me sad to see it after that.
A few days later, dad asked the same thing. This time I agreed. I saw how much dad wanted this for me, how hard he was trying to bring this together so I could talk to them. The daughter who’d on multiple occasions betrayed his trust and disappointed him. I couldn’t refuse him on this again, it meant so much that he was still trying even if I felt it wasn’t deserved.
So the next day they came over. That day was today, and I’d spent all day re-looking over their website, looking at their travels, the time they’d spent on it all, the people they’d touched, and I just felt that I’d never be fully prepared to speak to them. Because in my eyes, I couldn’t achieve he dream I want.
I was, thankfully, so very wrong. These two women were the most inspiring people I’d ever talked to. they had so many stories of the places they’d been and the people thy’d touch, along with the people who had touched their hearts in return. The trip had changed them for the better and it was all thanks to the snap decision to make their trip as they promised to. By the end of the night, topics were flying by and it felt genuinely possible that I could do anything. All those doors I shut for myself flew back open wide.
At the end of the night, they handed us each a marker in the color of our choice. They said to write our dream on our hand. If anything were possible, if no boundaries existed, what would our dream be? We could write it, draw it, abstractly or not. As long as it was an interpretation you yourself understood. And by that point, the panic just…vanished. I’d been wondering all day what I’d say if they asked me what I wanted to do, but after talking with them and sharing stories I knew my answer. So my dad, Laura, and I all drew on our hands, and the two women took a picture of each of us holding our hand up. They gave us their business card which even had a spot on the back to specifically copy down our dream so we’d always have it with us. They talked to us about our dreams, about what we loved to do, and it just opened my mind.
This was an experience that will stay with me truly forever. They have given me hope where I honestly had completely run out. They rebuilt my outlook on life quite a bit. And now, on those bad days that will still probably pop up, I will have this card with me and my dream, and I will know that one day I will find a way to make it happen just as they and the other people they touched have done.
They are in Seattle right now and plan to remain here for a few weeks at least. They will be doing public speaking and I urge anyone who has the time to go listen to them. You may not think it’ll be that big at first, but hopefully like me they will touch your spirit in a way that encourages you to chase down those dreams.