When I Grow Up.

As a child my dream was to become a professional baseball player. Why jump out of buildings on fire or drive a police car chasing a criminal when playing my favorite sport everyday seemed not only the best job ever invented, but also such a reality as a youngster? Here is how I pictured my life as I read Ken Griffey's autobiography in the third grade: play baseball, grow up, play baseball with Ken Griffey Jr. and be happy. It seemed pleasant and attainable.

I grew up.
I ended my dreams of playing baseball.
I coped with reality and changed my dreams to ...

That is just it--to what? I didn't know until tonight. No it is not a profession, nor a certain job with a secure fixed salary. It won't change with time or with the wrinkles in my skin. It is not dependent upon skill or who I'll know. It is not for sale; it is non-negotiable.

When I grow up I want to be influential.