Dreams

My report on the book about william powell called,"Clearview: America's Golf Course"

Brandon Slater
Mod 1
5/29/07
Bleak Dreams of a Black
Dreams can be as big as you make them. William Powell lived his dream and this inspires me to do the same. We don’t just get inspiration on demand. It comes to us when we witness something immaculate. Something that is so breath-taking that you never forget. It’s something that that sticks with you for the rest of your natural born life.
When you hear of someone being inspired, what do you think they are talking about? Being inspired by athletes, parents, or even teachers. Inspiration comes from seeing something you find amazing; a big NBA basketball player scoring forty points a game, a teacher retiring after forty years, or a cancer patient living through a brain tumor and still have full use of everything in his body. You can’t tell yourself to be inspired. You have to witness the amazing, observe the awesome, and peep impossible. To be truly inspired you must dream. Dreamers envision themselves doing what they truly want in those dreams. Dreams don’t just happen. Many dreams are crazy but all of your dreams can tell you something.
I am inspired by many things: God, music, athletes. This man’s inspiration came from a game he loved: the game that he was denied playing so many times because of his color, but did this stop him. You better believe it didn’t. Being tossed out of golf clubs did not burden William Powell. He did not let anything stand in his way from playing his game. He loved golf so much that he hiked twenty-one miles to play in a tournament that he didn’t even win. He came close to winning but he still did not win. I cannot even ponder how he felt on the twenty-one mile hike home. I could never hike twenty-one miles to play my favorite game. The sacrifice this man made for the game made him what he is today.
This book inspires me to keep on keepin’ on. The man this book is based on went through too many struggles to be where he is now. I will never struggle as much as he has. It makes me think of the petty struggles I go through. William went through war, racism, and designing and maintaining a golf course. I go through two-a-days. If I even attempted to do what he has, it would be like a llama eating a giraffe. His accomplishments out weigh mine a million to one. His life has been abundant with awards, achievement, and accomplishments.
Being a black man in William Powell’s day meant being stronger than any white man. What the white kids did, William had to do twice as better. This was told to him by his school principal. He did just that. He accomplished a feat that no black man had done before, he beat white guys at “their” game, and he has ran a golf course for, almost, the last sixty years.
William Powell was an outcast but he was never counted out and you can believe that. This man of color could and would do anything for his family, friends, and the game he still holds so dear. He rose through the ashes to give him the name he has today. In a word this man is…Amazing.