When I Grow Up

When I grow up I do not want to be famous. I want to simply make a difference in someone's life. My heart has dreams of traveling abroad and saving lives. Those dreams, for reasons understood, must be worked around. I can not travel to foreign lands to aid those who live there. However, my feet can walk miles around where I live. My hands are perfectly capable of helping sculpt better tomorrows for those near by.

My mind is constantly churning up new ideas on how to serve others. I dream of: gift bags for those getting treated for Cancer, making small mementos for children who live most days in the hospital, and even the simple act of donating my own blood. It's hard to explain why there is such a tugging for me to do things of this sort. These are all things that I am yet to do but will someday accomplish, for sure. My heart will not rest until I have done so. Donating money for a good cause, walking for a cure, running on behalf of my beliefs; These are all things on my bucket list. These are all things I must accomplish.


You see, when I grow up I do not want to be famous. I simply want to be rich. Rich in the sense that my heart has filled with so much love that it wants to explode. My mind will be overflowing with understanding of what it truly means to be in need. Yes, I will be rich. Rich of heart & mind. My soul will flutter with those of a greater need and my feet will walk beside those in need of nothing more than a friend.