males translate, tapi bagus koq buat latihan kemampuan proses translate.
banyak frase kalimat yg bisa dicontoh. juga inti cerita yg TOP buanget
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nih baca sendiri
If The Dream Is Big Enough, the Facts Don't Count
I used to watch her from my kitchen window and laugh. She seemed so
small as she muscled her way through the crowd of boys on the
playground. The school was across the street from our home and I would
often stand at my window, hands buried in dish water or cookie dough,
watching the kids as they played during recess. A sea of children, and
yet to me, she stood out from them all.
I remember the first day I saw her playing basketball. I watched in
wonder as she ran circles around the other kids. She managed to shoot
jump shots just over their heads and into the net. The boys always tried
to stop her but no one could.
I began to notice her at other times, on that same blacktop, basketball
in hand, playing alone. She would practice dribbling and shooting over
and over again, sometimes until dark. One day I asked her why she
practiced so much. As she turned her head, her dark ponytail whipped
quickly around and she looked directly in my eyes. Without a moment of
hesitation she said, "I want to go to college. My Dad wasn't able to go
to college and he has talked to me about going for as long as I can
remember. The only way I can go is if I get a scholarship. I like
basketball. I decided that if I were good enough, I would 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." Then she smiled and ran towards the court to recap the routine I
had seen over and over again.
Well, I had to give it to her - she was determined. I watched her
through those Junior High years and into High School. Every week, she
led her varsity team to victory. It was always a thrill to watch her
play.
One day in her senior year, I saw her sitting in the grass, head cradled
in her arms. I walked across the street and sat down in the cool grass
beside her. Quietly I asked what was wrong. "Oh, nothing", came a soft
reply. "I am just too short." The coach told her that at 5'5" she would
probably never get to play for a top ranked team - much less offered a
scholarship - so she should stop dreaming about college.
She was heartbroken and I felt my own throat tighten as I sensed her
disappointment. I asked her if she had talked to her dad about it yet.
She lifted her head from her hands and told me that her father said
those coaches were wrong. They just did not understand the power of a
dream. He told her that if she really wanted to play for a good college,
if she truly wanted a scholarship, that nothing could stop her except
one thing - her own attitude. He told her again, "If the dream is big
enough, the facts don't count."
The next year, as she and her team went to the Northern California
Championship game, she was seen by a college recruiter who was there
looking at the opposing team. She was indeed offered a scholarship, a
full ride, to a Division I, NCAA women's basketball team. She accepted.
She was going to get the college education that she had dreamed of and
worked toward for all those years. And that little girl had more playing
time as a freshman and sophomore than any other woman did in the history
of that university.
Late one night, during her junior year of college her father called.
"I'm sick, Honey. I have cancer. No, don't quit school and come home.
Everything will be okay. I love you."
He died six weeks later - her hero, her Dad. She did leave school those
last few days to support her mother and care for her father. Late one
night, during those final hours before his death, he called for her in
the darkness.
As she came to his side, he reached for her hand and struggled to speak.
"Rachel, keep dreaming. Don't let your dream die with me. Promise me,"
he pleaded. "Promise me."
In those last few precious moments together she replied, "I promise
Daddy."
Those years to follow were hard on her. She was torn between school and
her family, knowing her mother was left alone with a new baby and three
other children to raise. The grief she felt over the loss of her father
was always there, hidden in that place she kept inside, waiting to raise
its head at some unsuspecting moment and drop her again to her knees.
Everything seemed harder. She struggled daily with fear, doubt and
frustration. A severe learning disability had forced her to go to school
year-round for three years just to keep up with requirements. The
testing facility on campus couldn't believe she had made it through even
one semester. Every time she wanted to quit, she remembered her father's
words, "Rachel, keep dreaming. Don't let your dream die. If the dream is
big enough, you can do anything! I believe in you." And of course, she
would remember the promise she made to him.
My daughter kept her promise and completed her degree. It took her six
years, but she did not give up. She can still be found sometimes as the
sun is setting, bouncing a basketball. And often I hear her tell others,
"If the dream is big enough, the facts don't count."
