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Share the Dream
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First Prize, "Share the Dream" Essay Contest
                                                                        by Joyce Koo 1995

          I can't talk to you about justice when i'm sitting in my
suburban house while five-year-old Shana sleeps in a shelter
somewhere.  I met Shanna at Our House, a daytime nursery for
homeless children.  i don't know how she ended up at Our
House, if she knows who her father is, or if  she thinks her
life is normal.  Insecurity is normal in her life.  She's probably
seen more crimes take place on the streets of Atlanta than
episodes of Sesame Street on TV.
          There's no peace with justice in Shana's world, but
Shana doesn't know any other world.  She is just as
energetic and willing to play as any other five-year-old.
There are so many thoughts I want to share with this little
black girl with sparkling eyes.  But how can I tell her that
she isn't supposed to live in shelters every night?  How
can I tell her that it's unfair that I live in a nice neighborhood
and she doesn't?  I want to show Shana that I believe in
her.  No matter what kind of obstacles she'll face in the future,
I want to tell her she can overcome them.  But of course,
I couldn't explain this to a five-year-old, so I did the only
thing I could do: I played games with her; then we colored.
          That's when Shana convinced me that she must dream
of a better world.  She asked me to draw a picture of a house
for her.  I told her to pick out the colors for her house.
Shana thoughtfully handed me a blue crayon.  I outlined the
house, and Shana colored it in.  Together, we built a dream
house.
          As she added a front yard with flowers and ten suns
to her picture, I drew another picture covered with different
colored hearts and stars--the hearts for the love and the
stars for the hope I wanted to give her.  Artistically, the
picture I drew was far from beautiful, but to the eyes of a
five-year-old, it was a masterpiece.
          Shana and I shared our dreams by exchanging pictures.
  Without words, she expressed her vision of peace with
justice in our world.  It is a world with blue houses, flowers
in the front yard, and ten suns in the sky.  Shana's picture
may not be realistic nor bring peace to the Middle East.
In that moment, however, thoughts of unrest in the world
never entered my mind.  I was too busy thinking about
a little homeless girl's vision of peace to think about the
injustices.
          When we share our hopes and dreams with each
other, an amazing thing happens: we stop thinking about
what we can't do, and we start thinking about what we can
do for each other.  I may not be able to solve problems
of world peace or even stop crime in Atlanta, but every
time I look at Shana's picture, I am reminded that I can
share the dream.
 
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