A school was across the street from our home and I would often watch the kids from my window as they played basketball. One day, among the children a girl attracted me. She seemed so a small as she muscled her way through the crowd of boys. Running circles around the earth kids, managed to shoot jump shots just over their heads and into the net with no one to stop her. Sometimes, i saw her play alone. She would practice dribbling and shooting over and over again, until dark.
One day I asked her why she practiced so much. Without hesitation, she said, "I want to go to collage. The only way I can go is if i get a scholarship. If I were good enough, I would get a scholarship. I like basketball. My Daddy told me if the dream is big enough, the facts don't count." Then she smiled and ran towards the court to go on practice.
I watched her through junior high and into high school. Every week, she led her varsity team to victory. One day in her senior year, I saw her sitting in the grass, heard cradled in her arms. I went over there and sat down beside her. Quietly I asked her what was wrong. "Oh, nothing," she replied softly. "I am just too short." The coach told het that at 5'5"she would probably neve get to play for a top ranked collage team-mach less be aftered a scholarship-so she should stop dreaming about collage.
She was heartbroken and I felt my own throat tighten as I sensed her disappointment. I asked her if she had talked to her dad about it yet. She told me that her farther said those coaches were wrong. They did not understand the power of a dream. He told her that if she really wanted to play for a good collage, if she truly wanted a scholarship, that nothing could stop her except one thing-her own attritude. He told her again,"If the dream is big enough, the facts don't count."
The next year, as she and her team wented to the Northern California. Championship game, she was seen by a collage recruiter, and was aftered a full scholarship, to a NCAA woman's basketball team. She was going to collage, which she had dreamed of and worked toward for all those year.
It's ture: If the dream is big enough, the facts is don't matter.
我的家与一所学校仅一街之隔，我经常透过窗户看学校里孩子们打篮球。一天我注意到一个小姑娘。她在一群孩子中间，身材矮小，却费劲地从男孩子们中间挤过。她在别人身边兜来转去，设法地跳投篮，“嗖——”，球恰好越过那些孩子们的头顶，飞入篮筐，竟无人能挡。有时候我看到她一个人在打球，一遍又一遍地练习运球和投篮， 直到天黑。
有一天我问她为什么这么刻苦的练球。她不假思索地说:“我想上大学。只有获得奖学金我才能上大学。我想只要我打得好，我就能获得奖学金。我喜欢打篮球。我爸爸告诉我说，只要主义真，铁忤磨成针。”说完她笑了笑，跑向篮球场继续练球。
我一直看着她从初中升到高中。每个星期，她带领的学校篮球代表队都能够获胜。
在她高中的时候，有一天，我看见她坐在草地上，头埋在臂弯里。我走了过去，坐到她旁边，轻轻地问出什么事了。“哦，没什么，”她轻声回答，“就是我太矮了。”原来篮球教练告诉她，以五尺的身材，她很可能没有机会到一流的球队去打球——更不用说获得奖学金了——所以她最好别再做上大学的梦了。
她伤心透了。看着她失望，我也觉得自己的喉咙哽噎。我问她是否与她的爸爸谈过这件事。她告诉我，她爸爸说那些教练不对。他们根本不懂梦想的力量。他告诉她。如果真的想到一个好的大学去打球，如果她真的想获得奖学金，没有什么能阻止她，除非她自己不愿意。他又一次跟她说:“只要意真，铁忤磨成针。”
第二年，当她和她的球队去参加北加利福尼亚州冠军赛时，她被一位大学的招生人员看中，并获得了全额奖学金，进入了美国全国大学体育协会中的一个女子篮球队。她要去上大学了，那是她多年来的梦想，为之奋斗的目标。
没错:只要主义真，铁忤磨成针。
2019年2月9日摘录
阴历 已亥年 正月初五 星期五 阴转雨 16℃~21℃
