A Dream Pursued and Realized

“Well, when you put your dreams out there, it’s funny how everything starts falling into place,” I said.  “Have you ever noticed that?” I asked her.

From the other side of the lettuce bed, she looked at me and said, “No, actually.  This job is the first time I’ve ever pursued a dream.”

“Oh!” I said.  I felt blessed to be witnessing someone realizing a dream for the first time. I’d met her only eight months before, and this was the first time I’d seen her since that day.

A month before that, a fellow math tutor called me and said, “Are you the Rebecca that was in the Sisters Hill Farm newsletter?”

“Yes,” I said.  “I spent a week there volunteering.”

“I thought it sounded like you,”  she said.  She explained that she read the farm newsletter on-line.  The newsletter did not give last names, so she couldn’t be sure just by reading it that the Rebecca they talked about in one issue was me.

“What’s your connection to the farm?” I asked her.

“My daughter is looking into apprenticing there – can you tell me a little about the place?”

“Of course – I’d love to!” I said.  I went on to tell her all the wonderful things about life at Sisters Hill from the perspective of someone who’d spent a week there and enjoyed it so much she continued to go back once a week until the end of the season.

A couple weeks later, I met my co-worker’s daughter one day while volunteering at the farm.  A few weeks later her mother informed me she got the position.  I was thrilled for her.  And now here she was, two-and-a-half months into her season at the farm – in her dream job.  Her first dream: pursued and realized.  Kudos to her:)

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