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Dreams Too Big To Fail

Chapter One: Some Dreams Are Too Big To Fail

Once upon a millennium, I wanted to put Al Pacino, Colin Powell, Judge Sonia Sotomayor and others from The South Bronx on police line-ups mounted on highway in black and white billboards for a picture perfect Kodak moment of The American Spirit captured in an ad for a ballgame at Yankee Stadium. It was for a school assignment to create a tour book to draw sightseers from around the world to The South Bronx.

In this essay of images, I use a painting of words to become one of the 8 million stories in The Naked City. This is me taking my place on a line up to get Mission: Impossible done.

Due to head injuries in a hate attack at school that caused me to stopped breathing, a tour de force never happened except I still have a dream for The City That Never Sleeps.

This is a journal for future historians that need to know the 21 ^Century.  

I went from carrying Anne Frank pass the shadows of bullies and burnt out buildings in my childhood to carrying a borrowed Android that enabled me to take pictures of my town as I walked miles in a heat wave to prevent my mother from being forced into homelessness by a new landlord who wanted to raise rent in the thousands of dollars.

I believe you will write in the future the next great American novel, I remembered being told by Mrs. Raesade, my 6^th grade English teacher. Just write what you know.

Some dreams are too big to fail. 

D@nny2017

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