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There is nothing more rotten than working, pouring concrete. I was about 16 or 17 and Dad had to put in exposed aggregate sidewalks for a whole development before the bank would give him more money. Therefore brother Chris and I poured concrete and set forms everyday for a whole summer. To this day the feel of scraping form boards and digging foundations with pick and shovel hold no love for me.
What made things worst was Dad couldn't pay us anything until the end of summer.
What kept me going day after day was my dream to have my own motorcycle.
The one I wanted was an enduro 250 which was a 1/2 off road 1/2 street bike.
I had already put thousands of miles on the bike with my imagination. In fact on the way home from church sitting in the back of the old station wagon I would imagine myself flying along on my bike.
The day finally came when we got paid, I had located a bike in Seattle to buy.
I asked Dad for a ride to the ferry dock and on the way he asked what was I going to do in Seattle? so I told him about the bike and he said No.
My heart died a million deaths how could a person be so incredibly mean and uncaring?
Fine I said as I got out of the car and ran down the dock ramp to the boat. I'll show you.
And for the next 3 days I spent all my summers money foolishly.
At the end I had a few new clothes for school a watch I bought at a pawn shop and some fun memories of living high on the hog. But my bike dream died.
It would be more years of dead dreams before I would discover that GOD has dreams for me of his design, and it isn't until I let my dreams die that I would have eyes to see his.
ted in my word I have said over and over I am your inheritance, can you now see that the word inheritance can be changed to dream? In me are a zillion motorcycle size dreams come true and my off road adventures stretches to the end of eternity.
What made things worst was Dad couldn't pay us anything until the end of summer.
What kept me going day after day was my dream to have my own motorcycle.
The one I wanted was an enduro 250 which was a 1/2 off road 1/2 street bike.
I had already put thousands of miles on the bike with my imagination. In fact on the way home from church sitting in the back of the old station wagon I would imagine myself flying along on my bike.
The day finally came when we got paid, I had located a bike in Seattle to buy.
I asked Dad for a ride to the ferry dock and on the way he asked what was I going to do in Seattle? so I told him about the bike and he said No.
My heart died a million deaths how could a person be so incredibly mean and uncaring?
Fine I said as I got out of the car and ran down the dock ramp to the boat. I'll show you.
And for the next 3 days I spent all my summers money foolishly.
At the end I had a few new clothes for school a watch I bought at a pawn shop and some fun memories of living high on the hog. But my bike dream died.
It would be more years of dead dreams before I would discover that GOD has dreams for me of his design, and it isn't until I let my dreams die that I would have eyes to see his.
ted in my word I have said over and over I am your inheritance, can you now see that the word inheritance can be changed to dream? In me are a zillion motorcycle size dreams come true and my off road adventures stretches to the end of eternity.
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