Dream Stealer

My local pastor told the following story in one of his sermons, and even though I have heard it before the underlying principle still stirs something in my spirit.

My name is Jack, I am a youth leader.

I have a friend named Monty who owns a horse ranch in California.

From time to time he permitted me to use his home for
“Youth at Risk”, fund raising events.

At the last event Monty got up and told us this story:

“I want to tell you why I let Jack use my home for this fund raising.

It goes back to a story of a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer, who travelled from town to town training horses.

As a result, his son’s education was continually interrupted.

When this young man was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be when he grew up.

That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal… of someday owning a horse ranch.

He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a map of a 2000 acre ranch.

Showing the location of all the buildings, the stables, and the track.

He also drew a detailed floor plan for a 4000 square foot home that would be located on the ranch.

He put a great deal of his heart into the project and turned in the paper the next day. Two days later he received his paper back.

On the front page was a large red F with a note from his teacher that asked him to see him after class.

The student went to the teacher after class as instructed and asked why he had received the failing grade.”

The teacher said:

‘This is an unrealistic dream for someone like you.

You have no money.

You come from an itinerant, poor family with few resources.

Owning a horse ranch such as this requires a lot of money.

There is no way you could ever achieve this dream.’

Then the teacher told him he would reconsider the grade if the paper was rewritten with a more realistic goal.

The boy went home and thought about what to do next.

He asked his father what he should do.

His father said, ’Son, you will have to make up your own mind on this. It is a very important decision for you.’

Finally, after careful thought, the boy turned in the same paper, making NO change.

His remark to the teacher was:

‘You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.’

My friend Monty then turned to the assembled group and said:

“I tell you this story because you are sitting in a 4000 square foot house in the middle of my 2000-acre ranch.

I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.”

He added:

“The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on this ranch for a week.

When the teacher was leaving, he said:’ Look, Monty, I can tell you this now.

When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer.

During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams.

Fortunately, you had enough gumption not to give up on yours’.”

No-one likes a dream stealer; this teacher was probably unaware of the power of his words.

Many adults can still remember a teacher who influenced them for good or for evil. Dreams are delicate things; they can be formed in a minute by an unusual experience and last a life time.

I am writing this book because I turned on the television and heard a preacher say,” You can be a millionaire in a month.” That is a seed thought for sure.

Fancy telling someone they can be a millionaire in a month.

I feel challenged to put down my dreams on paper in a clear and concise way. Here is my dream.

“To see God’s hand come upon my finances in a miraculous and obviously supernatural way, so that outsiders will be able to acknowledge what has taken place, and for this to continue into the future.”

I also would like to have the ability to bring this blessing into the lives of other Christians so they can experience God’s obvious touch on their finances in an ongoing way.

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