If the dream is big enough, I once looked at her from the kitchen window and looked so short when she squeezed through a group of boys on the playground. The school is just across the street from our home. I often watch the children play during recess. The ocean of children, but for me, she stands among them. I remember seeing her play basketball on the first day. I watched in surprise as she circled around the other children. She successfully jumped over their heads and threw it into the net. The boys always try to stop her, but no one can. At other times, I began to pay attention to her, playing basketball in my hand. She will practice dribbling and shooting again and again, sometimes until dark. One day, I asked her why she practiced so much. She looked me straight in the eye and said without hesitation, "I want to go to college." The only way I can go is to get a scholarship. I like basketball. I decided that if I was good enough, I would get a scholarship. I am going to play college basketball. I want to be the best. My father told me that if the dream is big enough, the facts don't count. " Then, she smiled and walked towards the stadium, repeating the movements I had seen before. Well, I have to give it to her-she's made up her mind. I watched her from junior high school to high school. Every week, she leads her college team to victory. One day in senior three, I saw her sitting on the grass, holding her head. I crossed the street and sat on the cool grass next to her. I asked quietly what happened. "Oh, nothing," a soft answer. "I am just too short." The coach told her that with her height of 5 feet 5 inches, she might never play for a top team-let alone offer a scholarship-so she should give up her dream of going to college. Her heart was broken, and I felt my throat tighten when I realized her disappointment. I asked her if she had talked to her father about it. She looked up and told my father that the coaches were wrong. They just don't understand the power of dreams. He told her that if she really wanted to play for a good university and if she really wanted a scholarship, nothing could stop her except one thing-her attitude. He told her again: "If the dream is big enough, the fact doesn't count." The next year, when she and her team went to the Northern California Championship, she was taken by a college admissions officer. She really won a scholarship, a full scholarship, and entered the NCAA women's basketball team. She will receive the college education that she has dreamed of and fought for for for many years. It's true: if the dream is big enough, the fact doesn't count.

I used to see her running through the kitchen window among a group of boys on the playground. She looks short.

The school is opposite my home, and children can often be seen playing ball during class. Although there are a large group of children, I think she is very different from other children.

I remember watching her play basketball on the first day. I was very surprised to see her running around other children. She always tries to jump up and shoot, and the ball just flies over the heads of those children and goes into the basket. Those boys always try their best to stop her, but no one can.

I began to notice that she sometimes played alone. She practiced dribbling and shooting again and again, sometimes until dark. One day I asked her why she practiced so hard. She looked me straight in the eye and said without thinking, "I want to go to college." I can only go to college if I get a scholarship. I like playing basketball. I think as long as I play well, I can get a scholarship. I'm going to play basketball in the university. I want to be the best athlete. My father told me that if I have a goal in my heart, I will not bend my back through the wind and rain. "Say that finish, she smiled and ran to the basketball court and began to practice over and over again as I had seen before.

Hey, I'm impressed with her-she's made up her mind. I watched her from junior high school to high school these years. Every week, her school basketball team can win.

One day in high school, I saw her sitting on the grass with her head buried in her arms. I crossed the street and sat on the cool grass next to her. I asked softly what had happened. "Oh, nothing," she answered softly. "I am just too short." It turned out that the basketball coach told her that with her five-foot-five-inch figure, she had little chance to play for a first-class team-let alone get a scholarship-so she should give up her dream of going to college.

She was very sad, and I felt my throat tighten because I felt her disappointment. I asked her if she had talked to her father about it.

She looked up from her arms and told me that her father said the coach was wrong. They simply don't understand the power of dreams. He told her that if she really wanted to play basketball in a good university and if she really wanted to get a scholarship, nothing could stop her unless she didn't want to. He told her again: "If you have a goal in your heart, you won't be bent by the wind and rain."

The next year, when she and her team went to the Northern California Championship, she was taken away by a college admissions officer. She really won a scholarship, a fully funded scholarship, and entered one of the women's basketball teams of the National University Sports Association. She will receive the college education that she dreamed of and struggled for many years.

Yes, there is a goal in mind, and the wind and rain will not bend.