Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The Dream.
Down the street from where I live there's a nice family. They have a very productive lime tree in their front yard and they freely offer the fruits to anyone walking by. There's also a little shoe box with a slot cut in the top and a sign taped to cardboard and attached to the back of the shoe box. It says the little girl who lives there is trying to collect money for animals in shelters. I'm not really sure about the details, but it says she's setting up a foundation for animals. This started about four months ago, and now, the box is just laying on its side in front of the house, all wrinkled and water damaged. I wonder if she checks it every day to see if some passersby put cash in. Has she just forgotten about it or is she still hopeful every time she cracks the top of that box? Is her dream of saving every animal everywhere just dying? It's ironic because the animals the dream was supposed to save are dying as well. Okay, maybe not ironic, but it is sad. I guess that little box makes me wonder about my little girls dreams. I know they won't all come true, but that doesn't mean they all have to die; either. Any suggestions? Short of using a plastic shoebox...
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