I will forever be amazed at the power of words.
String just the right words together and you form a thread of hope.
Tie enough of those threads of hope to human hearts and a collective stirring starts to form.
Place that stirring in the midst of people bold enough to dream, and you have a movement.
Movements change the world.
I wonder what it was like the day Dr. Martin Luther King picked up his pen and dared to scribble, I have a dream.
11 letters.
4 words.
Permission for a nation to see beyond what was... to what could and should be.
And now is.
What might happen if you and I dared to dream as well?
String just the right words together and you form a thread of hope.
Tie enough of those threads of hope to human hearts and a collective stirring starts to form.
Place that stirring in the midst of people bold enough to dream, and you have a movement.
Movements change the world.
I wonder what it was like the day Dr. Martin Luther King picked up his pen and dared to scribble, I have a dream.
11 letters.
4 words.
Permission for a nation to see beyond what was... to what could and should be.
And now is.
What might happen if you and I dared to dream as well?
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