OK I publicly admit that I was wrong.
I can't get into specifics because ... well ... I can't. You'll just have to accept that. Here's what happened, in general. There is someone, somewhere, that wanted to do something that I knew was impossible. Me. I knew. I'm Mr. Anything's possible ... or so I thought. I turned out to be a anything's possible within reason' person. I supported risk. Of course I did ... or so I thought. I turned out to support "Risk within acceptable limits". I attempted to be a the right kind of person but I had the wrong kind of mind.
So, when someone with a disability came to me with an impossible dream. I nodded and went all gushy about how wonderful it was to be trusted with someone's dream. I said I hoped that they got as close to their dream as possible. I smiled, my best smile, the one I learned to do in my 'how to be a supportive professional' class. Got a good mark on it, use it often. But inside I was thinking, "Never gonna happen" and "Hope that the disappointment doesn't leave a mark when your hopes hit reality head on" ... but I knew better than to say anything. I believe it's good to have expectations unreachable.
I was having a good day here in Regina. I did a lecture this afternoon to an audience that was red hot. They laughed, cried, and even stood at the end and cheered. It felt good. Joe and I went to the airport and managed to get on an earlier flight the next day.
Then I got home to the hotel and got an email thanking me for being one of the few people who supported my dream and there was a frigging picture attached of the person being impossible, being improbable, being impractical. Smiling at me. A generous smile. A smile that believed in me as I pretended to believe in them.
I've going to give up on the idea of impossible. Who came up with that idea anyways?
I think I'd rather be wrong in the right way from now one.