Follow Your Dream

It's the story of a young man named Monty who was a son of a horse trainer who would go to stables, race tracks, farms, and train horses. As a result, the boy's high school career was interrupted continuously.

One day at this school he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be in his life when he grew up. That night the boy wrote a seven page paper describing his goal about owning a horse ranch.

He wrote his dream in detail and even drew a diagram of the 200-acre ranch and all things he was going to include in his ranch such as building, track etc. He drew a detailed floor plan for everything he dreamed about owning one day.

Next day he handed this project to his teacher. After two days he received his paper back with ‘F’ grade on top of it. Teacher asked him to meet her after class.

After class the boy went to meet the teacher and asked, “Why did he got ‘F’?”

Teacher said, “This dream is too unrealistic as you need lots of money to buy land, pay for horses and later other things to be paid for. You have no money. There is no way you can ever do it. Write a more realistic goal and I will reconsider your grades.”

That day the boy thought a lot about it and then went to his father about what to do. After listening to his problem his father replied, “Dear son, it is your decision and you have to make up your mind about it as it's important for you.”

After a week when the boy again submitted the paper, he gave the same paper he gave before without making any change in it stating at the end, “You can keep the ‘F’ and I will keep my dream.”

Years later, the Same School teacher went on a field trip with 30 kids to camp on a ranch for a week. It was a big Ranch with buildings and Track with a big House. To her surprise it was the same boy’s ranch to whom she once gave ‘F’ for that paper.

But realizing what she did back then before leaving the ranch she said, “Look Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was a dream stealer and I did that to a lot of kids. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up yours.”

Moral: Follow your Heart, No matter What. No Dream is too Big or too small, when One works hard to live it.

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