A couple of days ago I was pushing my baby’s pram round a nearby park in the sunshine when we came across a couple of buskers. They were pretty good, and they smiled a lot. And I gave them a five pound note. That is TEN times what I normally give buskers, but they weren’t ten times as good as any others.
So why did they get the note not a coin? Because of this:
They sold me on their romantic dream to “get to America”. I could see them in a convertible racing along Route 66. I could imagine them strumming a tune in Central Park. I took the journey with them in my head, and I wanted to help them.
If they hadn’t told me what their dream was I wouldn’t have known how to help. It took guts to stand up in the park, sing and declare their dreams, but they did it, rallied me and others to help them and, with every pound that dropped into their guitar case, they got a step closer to their plan.
Sharing your dreams can be scary. It can make you feel vulnerable and afraid. But if you share them with the right people, you might just get more help and support than you could have hoped for. And then maybe those dreams will actually come true…
Do it. Share your dreams with someone you trust today.
Beth and Paul
