Celebrating MLK


Today is a special day in history! 50 years ago thousands of people joined together to hear about one man’s dream. Dr. King was a visionary. Bound not by the circumstances of society, but by a reality that could be. A dream that he was courageous enough to share with the world. A dream that changed his life and lives of so many african-americans.

Being a white man from Portugal, you might think this story didn’t have the same impact around in my home country or individual families stretched across other continents. However, I grew up in a house where my father had pride in knowing the history that had changed the course of his life and the life of his family. My father grew up during the Portuguese dictatorship of the 50’s and 60’s, so to him Dr. King’s dream was real as well.

What is so inspiring to me as that we all have visions. We all have dreams that we hope to achieve. Some of us have dreams that can change our journey and impact others in a constant search for a better life.

My dream is that I can start a revolution of motivation to others. Whether impacting personal health, finances, family life, work and other relationships, my dream is that through the love and encouragement of other, we can see people achieve full potential in life. I pray that it will glorify God in the process. That is my dream. What is your dream? Need some inspiration? Well…

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor’s lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”


Inspiring Story 2 – Caine’s Arcade

I first heard of Caine’s story a year ago when it went viral. This is an inspiring tail of a young boy who built his own arcade games from cardboard boxes. You read it right, he BUILT his own arcade from cardboard boxes. This year, Cain and his first customer were featured guests at the Chick-fil-A Leadercast event where they shared about their movement to inspire creativity in other children.

His unique story was appealing by the fact that his passion for arcades drove him to make his own games to share with strangers walking in to his dad’s auto parts store. His desire was simple but there were no customers to play. Still he kept building more games. Until one day a customer by the name of Nirvan, spent the time to ask about the arcade. He bought a Fun Pass – for $2.00 he got to play 500 times!

Inspired by Caine’s creativity, Nirvan invited the community to come out and play Caine’s Arcade. It was all documented in a short film that will blow you away!

What’s cool is that Nirvan and Caine have kept their connection and created a the Imagination Foundation to inspire other children around the world to build their own cardboard creations. As father to three little children, I’m inspired to see where my kid’s imagination takes them allowing me to dream with them.

You can find out more information on how to participate by visiting the Imagination Foundation website at http://www.imagination.is.

I love the fact that one boy’s imagination took a grown man to find purpose and motivation to share a story and inspire other people around the world.

What is you motivation? What story would you like to share with the world?

Nothing is Wasted

We are all chasing something. I think this is an undeniable truth. The fulfilling life is when we are able to recognize the one thing we are chasing to be purposeful; to have meaning; a motive. The journey one takes seeking to obtain that thing we long for can be exciting. That job, that relationship, moving to this neighborhood, being selected for the team. The list goes on. So, when you fall short the pain one feels is real. I’ve felt that pain in the last week. Still, nothing is wasted.

A possible move for me and my family was on the horizon recently. What started with a simple trip, quickly became an opportunity to draw an action plan and get my mind thinking the change was happening. When the reality of that change evaporated I was relieved to know that God had a better plan. But there was still a sense of the what if. Why can’t I have what I want? Why do I have to stay here? Why does he/her get to move? All these questions came to my mind in flurry of emotions that so many times are hard to explain.

“Nothing is Wasted” was a song I heard recently that allowed me to place so much perspective to what life has been for me in the last 3 months. I’ve learned much; grown as a husband, a father and a son of God. It also reminded me of the motive behind my decisions and the ways that my life can be impactful for others. Simply put, this journey to what I didn’t get was a lesson of understanding myself and reminded me of my motive.


Have you ever felt the same? What did you learn?