There is something about a perfect stranger looking you dead in the eye and telling you that they believe in your dream that they believe in you.
There are moments when words come from the least expected source and strike me to the very core of my being. Usually these moments are brief and fleeting. Their influence, though, lingers forever in that place we all go to when we begin to doubt.
It was an entirely random night on the streets of Portland, Oregon, and he was nobody to me. I don’t know anything about him but that he moved there to follow his dream, to pursue his passion. And from one dream chase to another, he says “I believe in you.” It was the most genuine experience I had found so far, because he honestly believed. He believed in the pursuit of dreams, in following a passion, in belief itself.
Chances are, I will never see him again. But our paths crossed for a moment and that encounter will stay with me forever.
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