Two years later, and my dream is still relevant. Possibly even more now than it was two years ago. There is more anxiety in the world now. Events have transpired to increase fear, misconceptions, and distrust. Voices of discord have become the loudest, and fear mongering the norm.
But I still hold tight to the ambitious dream, that my daughter and the children of her generation will be free to have a new dream born of peace and hope.
I am living Reverend King’s dream and as such, I am inspired to dream.
I have a dream. It is a dream inspired by King before I was born, and now charged with my own spirit. It is a dream that I can continue his dream and help create an even more open world for my daughter and the children of her generation.
It is a dream that one day my daughter’s spirit will know the freedom of a world in which her dreams are not seen as unusual or lofty because of a trait she has no control over. Where she is not just a trailblazer but a member of an expanding team.
I dream of a world where her mere presence is not more inspiring than the deeds she’s done. Where her uniqueness does not cause others to prejudge her capabilities, dreams and ambitions. Where she is accepted…
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