Zoom: I am a dreamer too

The 70’s soul super-group that feature the talented Lionel Ritchie recorded a song called ‘Zoom’. I loved this song since the third grade when my teacher, Mr. Dennis Fiandra would play it for the class to learn. He played it on a cassette recorder and would hand out what they would call at the time, ditto and ask us to define the songs lyrics as we sung along. I remember a pretty young girl by the name of Keena McCoy singing the song like she recorded it her self. To me that song meant something to her and I would watcher her lips formulate with passion to sing.  I learned about sound featured the instrument called the synthesizer. This mystic piano made you feels apart of another world. It made you relax and cherish the moment when the Commodores sang their hit. There were no videos at that time but the album cover displayed a unity of a group who had an important message to say.

“I may be just a foolish dreamer, but I don’t care. I know my happiness is waiting out there…somewhere. I searching for that silver lining, horizons that I’ve never seen. Oh I am just waiting for the moment, to dream my dream. Oh, dream my dream,” Lionel sang. I learned those prolific words then and they still resonate in my soul now that I am thirty-five. Maybe I am a foolish dreamer just like everybody else and that’s ok to have in these days and times of a, I want it now society.  I have vision and a goal of becoming the best writer I can be. Dream your dream people it’s the purest and dearest thing we have next to love. Love is the engine that pushes us to our goal.

Its funny how things work in life and whom you may run into. I was walking back to my car and I saw a woman who was leaning inside the passenger door. A gentleman was standing outside and apologizes to me for blocking my door. The mother was changing her daughter and it brought back memories when I had to change my own two kids in the car, I understood. I waited and struck up a conversation with the father. We began to talk about remote control cars. I am not sure how we ended up on that subject but he went on to tell me it was his thing. He told me he wanted to own a track were kids can come and race their cars. I mentioned to him that I wanted a remote control motorcycle. The gentleman smiled, missing a few teeth but he face illuminated with joy, just like a kid as the winter sun was ending its long rise of the day. He told me where to go and to come down to another city in my state to race. I nodded and proceeded to get in my car and drive away. This man had a dream. He had three kids in a small car but he dreamt of having that track so he could race his race in this thing called life. It may seem silly to some but I was in awe at a man that I barely knew. We connect as men and as little boys. My passion is not his and his is not mine, however nonetheless we both dream about something. Something to hold and have is what keeps the human spirit alive and well.