FOREWORD




Dear readers
I had a dream, like most of us I suppose. Mine has been hiding under a rock of doubt and "what ifs", it was so deep underneath the rock that I almost forgot I had it.
You know the kind of dream that is selfish, that pats itself in the back wide and long and thinks that it does not need aknowledgement.
One day I turned fifthy and my dream became my dream again, time for life was put in perspective and suddenly it wasen't "one day maybe" but "maybe I should" because sadly I realized that I can imagine my old age more clearly than remember my childhood days.
So the doubts dissipated a little and I remembered my selfish dream.
I wanted to write !!
A book, I wanted to write a book.
I grabbed a pencil instead of a pen so I could easily erase whatever came out wrong and a booklet taken somewhere for free so there would be no loss if I did not follow through.
I had imagined a canvas with a tree in the middle but the picture got bigger with every tought that was filling it.
When  I was finished I read my book like it was written by someone else and I was surprised to smile and cry at my own words
I realized I wrote about the things I aspire to, believe in. pray for, and mostly afraid of.
Words help get what is in our hearts to our brain so we can see and know what lies beneath our rock of doubt.
DESTINY!

Stay tuned for the book