Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Your dream. Walang basagan ng trip.

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In a small classroom years ago, Mrs. Sanchez gave her students a challenge:
“Children, draw who you want to be when you grow up... maybe a doctor, engineer, or pilot!”

Excited whispers filled the room. Crayons danced on paper... hospitals, skyscrapers, airplanes.

But one boy quietly sketched something different: a barn with red walls, golden fields of crops, animals grazing freely. His smile stretched wide as he held up his drawing.

When he proudly showed it to Mrs. Sanchez, her smile faded.
“I said your dream, Daniel. Something big. Like being a doctor, an engineer, or a pilot. Not this…”

Her words pierced his little heart. Daniel lowered his drawing, embarrassed. The farm he loved in his imagination suddenly felt small, unworthy, almost laughable.

But deep inside, Daniel held on.

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Twenty Years Later

Decades passed. Mrs. Sanchez remained a teacher, guiding class after class of children. 

One afternoon, she joined her students on a field trip to a famous farm known for its innovation, size, and beauty.

The children laughed, chasing chickens and marveling at rows of vegetables. Mrs. Sanchez, sitting on a bench, smiled at their joy.

Then, a man in his 30s approached her. His presence was calm, but there was something familiar about his eyes.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am Sanchez,” he said warmly.

She blinked, tilting her head. “I’m sorry… have we met?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Many years ago. I was in your art class.”

Recognition flickered in her face. “Ah… yes! I do remember you. Tell me... do you work here on this farm?”

Before he could answer, a staff member hurried over.
“Sir, your meeting in the office is ready.”

Mrs. Sanchez turned in surprise. “Sir? What position do you hold here?”

The staff member smiled.
“Ma’am, he owns this entire farm.”

Her mouth fell open as the man extended his hand politely.
“I once drew this place as a little boy. You told me it wasn’t a dream. But Ma’am… this farm is my dream.”

And just like that, the boy who once hid his drawing now stood as the man whose dream had come true.

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Mrs. Sanchez sat in silence, her heart heavy yet enlightened. In that moment, she realized something that every leader, parent, and teacher must remember:

Dreams don’t have to fit inside the boxes we imagine for others. Sometimes, the dreams that look “too simple” or “too small” are the ones with the deepest roots... the ones that grow into something far greater than we could have ever pictured.

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The lesson? Never underestimate a dream, no matter how ordinary it seems.

Because what looks small in the eyes of the world… can turn into something extraordinary in the hands of someone who refuses to let go.

And in life, in career, in everything we do... the true measure of success isn’t whether others believe in your dream.

It’s whether you believe enough to make it real.

#fblifestyle



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