I used to watch him from my kitchen window. He seemed so small as he played through a crowd of tall boys on the playground.
I remember the first day when I saw him playing basketball. He managed to shoot jump shots into the net. Those big boys always tried to stop him but no one could.
One day, I met him and asked him why he practiced so much. He said without any hesitation(迟疑),"I want to go to college. And the only way is to get a scholarship. I am going to play college basketball. I want to be the best. My daddy told me if the dream is big enough, the facts don't count."
I watched him through those junior high school and into senior high school. Every week, he led his school team to victory.
One day in his senior year, I saw him sitting in the grass with head in his arms. Quietly I asked what was wrong. "Oh, nothing," came a soft reply, "I am just too short." The coach told him it was impossible for him to get a scholarship. He was heartbroken.
I asked him if he had talked to his dad about it yet. He told me that his father thought those coaches did not understand the power of a dream. He told him that if he truly wanted a scholarship and that nothing could stop him except one thing - his own idea about it. He told him again, "If the dream is big enough, the facts speak louder."
The next year, as he and his team went to the Northern California Championship game, he was offered a scholarship. Naturally, his dream came true.
