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Living a Childhood Dream

by Brett Blumenthal

Yesterday, as I watched the Yahoo! video about Courtney Oliver, a 10 year old girl who completed college coursework to receive a certificate to become a registered veterinary technician, I was moved. Genuinely. An animal lover myself, I could identify with her passion to help animals. What really moved me, however, is that a 10 year old had the kind of vision and passion to follow a dream that most people never have in a lifetime. So many of us have dreams as a child and let them fade away, never pursuing the dream we believed in.

Having a very windy career path myself, I’ve always admired those who have been able to figure out what they want to do at an early age, stick with the program and follow through to the end. I feel that my whole life has been dedicated to changing my mind about what I want to do when I grow up. Committing to one job, one career, one passion has been a real challenge. Today, however, I embrace that part of me. I love the fact that I have done such a wide range of things in my life. In a sense, I think it is liberating to have had such diverse experiences, and in some ways I think it has allowed me to remain a child…always looking for the next dream to fulfill.

I congratulate Courtney Oliver for her determination. As a 10 year old who has fulfilled a dream, I would imagine that she has a headstart in fulfilling many more dreams to come. I think we all can learn from someone like Courtney…whoever you are, whatever you do, live your life with passion and purpose…for that is what life is about. Maybe Courtney too will have a windy path and this is just her first stop on the career train.

Have you followed your childhood dream?

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  • iris koch

    Right on Brett! Pushing 65, I can attest to the fact that when you follow your “passion,” all good things follow. Life, as we know, is filled with compromises, but we should all hold on to our dreams and what makes “life worth living”. . . being sure to invest our energies in that which makes us happiest! P.S. Love your website. . . keep up the great work!!

  • jinling

    ‘I’ve always admired those who have been able to figure out what they want to do at an early age, stick with the program and follow through to the end. ‘
    –yes, i am searching for my dream all the time, but i cannot find out what i want to do. but, after seeing your words, i think, maybe ‘diverse experiences’ is also a way of life.
    thx. i am looking for the next dream. 🙂

  • Francisco

    Hey, Brett-

    Right there with you, buddy. Very similar..I think my main, only gift is to write. After years of posponement I¨ve decided to pursue it seriously. Thanks also to Iris Koch for her words.

  • kris

    Having been similarly “windy” with my life, I’m lately finding myself coming back to my oldest childhood dream. Hoping this is going to be the permanent deal. Thank you for a great commentary!

  • Narachai

    Let’s fullfill our dreams.

  • Jane

    I was very blessed to be able to have a childhood dream come true. When I was a young child and I thought it would be soooo neat to be able to live during the 1800’s along with the cowboys and indians. I didn’t have any kids that lived on my side of the street so, I played by myself and with my German Shepherd. Alot of the time I would pray to God to let me live in the “Old West”. I knew it would never happen, it couldn’t but, it did! When I was 15 yrs. old the drug store chain my mother worked for had a promotion going on and the theme was the old west. The store manager approached my mother and asked her if I could come to the store and blow up helium ballons for the kids and he would pay me. Mom came home, told me about the opportunity and I jumped at the chance. There was money involved! On the last weekend of the promotion the store had arranged for a “gunfighting” reinactment group come to the store and rob it. The decision was made to take me as hostage during the robbery. I was instructed on what to do which was to screem to draw attention to the robbery. Well, I screamed as a cowboy drug me outside to make his get awasy. After the skit the head of the group approached me and my mother and asked if I would like to join their group. I looked at my mother and she said, “It’s her decision.” Well, I was thrilled! Yes I would like to be a part of your group! The group did reinactments at “Cowtown” which was Wichita,KS in the 1870’s. No pun intended but, it was a blast! The first weekend I was there the gunfighters from Fronteer City, an amusement park in Oklahoma City came up to perform with us that Saturday. My first gunfight! These guys from Oklahoma came in with foot lockers filled with costumes, boots and guns. While preparing for the show the man who was over the guys from Oklahoma said,”I bet you need a gun since this is your first show.” I replied, ” Yes I do”. He reaches in his foot locker and hands me a revolver. He said that this is one is just an old gun I keep in case someone needs it. I looked at the gun. It was a Colt 45, single action, 4″ 3/4 in. silver barrel with the date of 1883 stamped on it. It even had notches on the backstrap of the gun handle. WOW! The plan for the show was laid out and I was supposed to shoot the deputy when he came around the corner of a building. Well, there were at least 15-20 men in this show and the show started on the opposite side of town from where I was waiting with baited breath to shoot the deputy. Then I heard foot steps on the boardwalk coming toward me. I peeked around the stairs that I was hiding under and it wasn’t the deputy, it was the sherrif! Oh God, what should I do? I jumped out from behind the stairs, aimed at the sherrif and shot. The sherrif shot me, I went down. Then he proceeded to shoot me, lying on the ground with the pair of 44-40 revolvers he carried. I could feel the earth shake with every shot. After the show the sherrif told me I hadn’t aimed far enough to his side and he got hit with the wad and percussion from my shot. Ironically the song,”I Shot the Sherrif” was on the top 10 music charts!