There are times when I have this unexplainable fear walking home. Is there someone hiding in the shadows and at any moment would attack me? A minute walk becomes an eternity. As soon as I reach my house, I get inside and shut the door close, making sure it’s locked. And then I breathe a sigh of relief. Familiar voices greet me, voices of the real thieves – the dream stealers.

My life is just me, but how I live and do things is much more important. You see, everything I do is because of love. Love for the dream stealers who threaten to steal my hopes and dreams.

Follow Your Dream by Jack Canfield

I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro. He has let me use his house to put on fundraising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.

The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, “I want to tell you why I let Jack use my house. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do 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 diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables, and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on the 200-acre dream ranch.”

“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, ‘See me after class.’”

“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, ‘Why did I receive an F?’”

“The teacher said, ‘This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, ‘If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’”

“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, ‘Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’”

“Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all. He stated, ‘You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.’”

Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse 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 thirty kids to camp out on my 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.’”

Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what.

~ Jack Canfield

Dream Stealers in the House

Emotion is a great motivator and none is more powerful than love. It is out of love that we persevere. Love enables us to step out of the familiar. And then to plunge into the deep abyss of the unknown in search of the richness that could transform the lives of the people we love.

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Posted by Amazing Life Daily on Tuesday, April 19, 2016


Armed with nothing but words, the dream stealers pounce on our psyche, dashing all hopes, stealing away dreams that were meant for them.

No One Can Stop Me

It is easy to give up. The seeds of doubt have been planted for as long as I have lived with the dream stealers. No matter how weak I am, no matter how difficult it has been, and no matter how much my heart cries out in agony, no one can stop me.

Spoken words of doubt do not bother me. Those were the words I used to strengthen my heart with a burning desire to succeed.

I will succeed. No matter who gets in the way, no matter what words were spoken, I will succeed. And when I do, the thieves will be gone and in their place, the beautiful transformation of the people I love.