Once Upon a Time I Had a Dream?…

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series The Dream

Mini-Print Ray Horner Jr. Success Starts with a Dream
Success Starts With a Dream, Photo by Ray Horner Jr.

They say the two most important days in a persons life were the day you were born and the day you discover why you were born.
Viola Davis

Can you could actually tell a story about  a dream you “used to have” that you may have forgotten? A dream you KNOW was given to you not by man made concoctions? A dream placed DEEP  into your soul by the DREAM GIVER that you have either forgotten or are “over thinking” with your own logic and practicality?

I am reflecting on a scene in the book The Dream Giver that involves  the main character called Ordinary and his Father:

One evening after work, Ordinary went to his Parents to watch the box. But their box was broken, so the house was very quiet. It was even more quiet because his Mother was out shopping at Familiar Foods.

In the quietness, Ordinary started to think about his Dream again. He looked over at his Father sitting in his recliner, staring at the single page of Nobody’s News. Maybe he could help.

“Father,” said Ordinary””I’m growing sadder by the day. I don’t like my Usual job anymore. In fact, I think I hate it.” Father looked up, “That’s terrible” he said. ” What happened.?”

Before he could stop himself, Ordinary started tslking about the Dream Giver, and about his Big Dream. ” I was made to be a Somebody and achieve Great Things!” he said. And then he told his Father the Name of his Dream. As he spoke, his voice trembled. He was sure that his Father would laugh or call him a fool.

But his Father didn’t. ” I’m not surprised to hear you say these things, “he said.

“You’re not?” said Ordinary.

No,” his Father said. “You’ve had that Dream ever since you were little. Don’t you remember? You used to build that same dream with sticks and mud in front of this very house.”

Then Ordinary did remember He’d always had his Dream! It was what he’d always wanted to do and what he’d always thought he’d be good at doing.

His eyes filled with tears, “Father,” he said, “I think I was born to do this”.

Ordinary and his Father sat together quietly. His Father seemed to be remembering something, too. After a while he asked.”When you woke up to your Big Dream Son, did you happen to find…a feather?”

Ordinary was shocked. “How did you know?” he asked.

” A long time ago, I woke up to a Dream , too.” his Father said. “And it came with a long white feather. It was a wonderful Dream. I kept the feather on my windowsill while I waited for a chance to pursue it. I waited and waited. But it never seemed possible…One day I noticed the feather had turned to dust.”

Of all the sad words, Ordinary had ever heard these were the saddest.

Before he left that night, his Father hugged him. “Don’t make the same mistake I did, Son” he said. “You don’t have to stay a Nobody. You can be a Dreamer.”  from the book The Dream Giver by Bruce Wilkinson

Are you waiting rather than praying and acting on your dream? Don’t make your dream just a story that starts out with “Once upon a time I had a dream… Change it today with “I have a dream…




Do You Have A Dream Inside of You?-Part 1

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series The Dream
The dream road
are there dreams on your Life Road?

Sometimes we get comfortable in the routine of making a living, stressing out about making a living then graduate to the routine of waiting for the pension and social security check to stressing out about getting more than the pension and social security check.

If you compound that with the sometimes preoccupation with illness, recovery and family dramas dreams can get lost on our life road. We tend to travel away rather than to any hope of having or exploring a dream.

One evening while staying overnight with my mom I read the book The Dream Giver by Bruce Wilkinson. I had to stay awake most of the night to keep a watchful eye on her because after her surgery she may have need for me during the night.

This book not only keep me awake but also awakened a desire to look for and explore the idea of having a dream in my baby boomer years. I realized that some I had earlier in life were either lost or unexplored. That I allowed, too often, life challenges or other peoples discouragement to just get in the way.

I think about the time that I wanted to go to a high school outside of my district. The only way to get in was to take a language our school did not offer. In this case it was Hebrew.My mom and I visited the principal and was told that even he had a hard time learning Hebrew. He discouraged us from trying and we settled.

Yet, the high school I did attend had a librarian who one day asked me, while doing my duties in the Library Club, if I ever thought about going to college. I said no, it was not on my radar. My aspirations, at that time were to be a secretary because I was good at touch typing.

Thank God for Mrs. Little who lit a fire inside of me with possibilities that have  lasted even in my baby boomer years.

The character in this awesome little book is named Ordinary who lives in the land of Familiar. Now it does not say how old Ordinary was but our character went to work at the Usual job. I suspect that those of us who may not work at the Usual job have the Usual activity and work schedule.

But like Ordinary you will find that you have a dream inside of you. Perhaps it is unexplored, lost in the shuffle of life’s dramas or maybe you have already begun to pursue it.

Do you have a dream? Do you have something nagging at your insides but have been just too busy to explore it?

Part 2-Are you too old to dream?

Are You Lying?

Hello, my name is Rosie Horner and I am a baby boomer. Whew, that wasn’t hard at all. But there are probably some other things I need to confess. What am I lying about? What truths do I need to face and fess up?

Ok, this is not a true confession post but an introduction to a powerful new baby boomer book by Beverly Mahone, founder of Boomer Diva Nation. Her book Don’t Ask and I Won’t Have to Lie will help you better understand the motivations behind the lies you tell and what you can do to live a more honest and meaningful life.

Yet, Beverly is clear in the very beginning, that it is not to replace the need for professional consultation if needed. But it sure helps you to think about some stuff you may be lying about.

I was especially stabbed in the gut when I read the section on lies we tell about tell about our health. That chapter
Lying Can Be Hazardous to your Health, confronts the lies we tell ourselves and health care provider.

Beverly addresses some common responses many of us may have to questions aimed at prevention of  diseases.  Think about it, have you given these answers when they were not true?

“I don’t drink” or “I don’t drink often.”

“I don’t smoke” or “I smoke less than a pack a

“I don’t do drugs.”

This chapter affected me personally because I am not dealing with my computer and stress weight like I should. Hence, I often hate going to the doctor to hear what I already know. One of my last visits I paid a doctor to conduct a role play session. I was the doctor and he played me. I gave him an interpretation of my blood work.

Yes, my fellow baby boomers, we know the questions and the answers for many facets of our lives. Yet, how often are we telling lies? I just love the way Beverly shares with  such authentic and transparent honesty.

Beverly deals with issues related to our appearance, relationships plus more. You will be challenged and chastened. But you will not be disappointed to know that you are not alone in this big baby boomer world dealing with issues we can all relate to.

You can grab a copy of Don’t Ask and I Won’t Have to Lie Today! No Lie, it is worth your investment of time and money.

I Was Almost Conned By This Guy

It was a restless night. Just too much on my mind. We left the TV on and I woke up to hear Kevin Trudeau talking on an info-commercial about how you can get FREE money from the government.

Well, I have heard that from Lesko but never got the book. And, I thought, in my foggy thinking, this guy is saying that the other guys book was not the way to go. He is saying that he gives less pages and just the right info.

I continued thinking, “I really could use FREE money”. My mind drifted to bills, goals that needed money, people that needed money, and I drifted back to sleep. Oh, I did not go to sleep until I wrote his number down on my bed stand.

Later that day, I looked and the number and was about to grab my credit card. Then I stopped. I said, “Rosie, you know better, check this guy and his offer out first.”  So, I did a search on google with his name and the word “scam” in the search.

Wow, there was enough there to make me laugh at how I almost gave this guy FREE  money. Some complained about paying large amounts for shipping. So, here is a post I just read so you can decide for yourself before listening to your impulses like I almost did.

Read this article about this famous info-commercial expert.

Now, if only we practice the technique but add truth to it that would be a good thing. What do you think? Is this article wrong? Did you buy the book and benefit from it? Are his critics just player haters? I do want to be fair because I never put money out to get the book.

What Happens When You Are Not Your Mom’s Favorate? Revealing New Book

A few months ago I met the author, of Broken Birds online. She told me about her upcoming book and suggested that she share an excerpt on this blog when it was completed. Well she remembered me and sent the chapter below. Now, I have not read the book but the excerpt I am sharing today is engaging.
It is all about family favorites and the impact on the family. So enjoy!

There is a truth in war; Every Survivor has a story to tell. Sadly, it is very true. Each has remembrances of evil

too horrible to talk about, but unable to be forgotten. But, what of their children, the second and third generations? We too have stories to tell. our tales are not of prison guards and ovens, but of parents, who because of the war, were badly broken.

Mom was about twelve years old when she was torn from her mother. She ran into the forest alongside her older brother to escape certain elimination by the Nazis. The chimneys of Auschwitz were the final destination for Dad’s family. He quickly determined that remaining in any slave labor camp meant eventual death so, by volunteering for any job offered, the Nazis transferred him from one camp to another. A daring escape at a train station during one of these transfers allowed him to wait out the remainder of the war in a barn.

In the blink of an eye, both my parents were cheated out of the formidable years of young adolescence. Changed forever, their only goal now was to go forward and live.

Five children came from their union. I was the second born and lived happily in my Fantasy world, feeling that my early years were wonderful. I married at the age of nineteen and Mom was determined to teach me important life lessons. “Don’t invest yourself too much in your marriage,” she repeated. “But don’t you dare lose your husband, because after you have children and get fat who will want you…..no one. Always let him love you more, and never really trust him,” she warned me constantly.

Mom spoke the word “Stranger” was spoken about with as much distain as any four letter word, and since spouses didn’t share your blood, they weren’t exactly family. It was ironic, because Mom loved Dad above all others, including us.

As families go, we probably fought no more than any other family did. However, Mom never permitted us to have a healthy resolution. “Just turn the other cheek,” she had always told us, and since Mom said it, it was so.

I turned my check many times; however, none of us could forget why we had fought. We merely pushed it under the rug….where it festered.

My husband and I once entered into a business dealing with my younger brother and his wife. The deal went sour and they ran off with our business information, refusing to make the agreed upon payments. “Turn the other cheek. You know that blood is more important,” Mom said.

When a business venture involving my younger sister, went awry, she decided to pay me back by at the expense of my children. At the time, I was borrowing her address to get my children into a better school district. To inflict the maximum amount of hurt, she contacted the Board of Education and informed them that my children no longer lived at her address. The following year, my children would not be able to return to their school. “It doesn’t matter. It is better your children are sad than to loose your sister, and you need your sister!” Mom said.

Mom died of a stroke in 2004. She had not been in good health, but we were all surprised just the same. Her Last Will and Testament would be our family’s’ final undoing. She gave one of five children the family home, leaving the rest of us, including our father to wonder what we had done wrong.

We all entered inheritance hell and for over four years, fought both in and out of court. This was not about the money, but about Mom’s love and legacy. Each of us felt we deserved equality. Without Mom, there was no one to bind the family together or to stop us from really fighting. Old scores were finally and bitterly, settled. Forcibly jettisoned from my fantasy world, I saw my family more clearly now.

Now that our legal battle is over, some of us are growing ever closer as we cast others away. I have learned many valuable lessons about what I will do before the end of my life. My children will each get equal shares of whatever is in the estate at that time. During my lifetime if I need to be more generous with one child, I will do so openly. It is important that my children are able to discuss with me any troubling questions that might reside in their hearts.

I have learned that despite the sorrow Mom caused and the anger I felt, my love for this broken bird has not wavered. She has been and will always be my Momila.

Jeannette Katzir, author of
Broken Birds, The Story of my Momila.