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  • The day started out like any other day. Being a popular 8 year old meant a pretty constant Saturday afternoon date to attend the birthday party of another 8 year old. This Saturday party was for his bestie, Kathy. An ice skating party at the University of Delaware (UD) Ice Arena.

    All the kids who had never skated before clung to the rink walls like if they let go they would surely be endlessly mocked for their lack of skating skills. Jordan, to the contrary, skated effortlessly out to the bold middle of the rink where he shadowed Kathy's moves nearly perfectly. Kathy was training as a skater at UD so her scratch spins and waltz jumps were to be expected. But Jordan...I stood in stunned silence watching my son do things neither of us knew he could do.

    At one point shortly after, Kathy's mom introduced me to Jerry, Kathy's coach. Jerry asked me if that was my son (yes), had he ever been skating before (no) and then he proceeded to tell me that he had never seen so much raw talent in a kid (what?!) He offered a free training session for the following weekend, which I quickly accepted.

    The next Saturday could not come fast enough for either of us. Back at UD, Jordan carefully followed all of the patterns and spins Jerry showed him and the 40 minutes flew by like 4. Again, I stood in quiet reflection and wondered how he had this ability. Neither my husband or I had ever been on the ice. But the joy on Jordan's face that day is hard wired into my memory, never to be erased or forgotten.

    At the end of the session, Jordan came off the ice, his face and hair moist with sweat. I asked what any parent would ask, how was it, did you have fun, fully expecting a string of yesses. Jordan looked at me with eyes wide and bright and said, "Oh mom, this is what I want to do with my life." The look in his eyes and the intention in his heart knocked me nearly off my feet. I sat on a bench and met his gaze and at that very moment, both of our lives changed forever.

    I went home that night and called my Dad and my sister and recounted the story. I shared with both of them that something big had happened to Jordan today. He found his passion in life.
    At the tender age of 8.

    Jordan is now 12 and has been skating nearly every day since that fateful Saturday. He quickly skated up many levels beyond what his now numerous coaches have seen. They tell me that Jordan has accomplished in some single years more than most other kids accomplish in 3-4 years. He is truly amazing and works endless long and hard hours in cold ice rinks. Now missing many of the weekend birthday parties that brought his life's vision into tight focus. Quite simply, he would rather skate than do pretty much anything else in life. He is a rink kid and nearly all of his friends are other skaters as well. The commitment being a competitive figure skater requires has changed every aspect of our family's life. Other than Jordan's school, my work and sleeping, you will find us at the rink.

    I went on a business trip to AZ and brought back 2 small wooden dream boxes. Each box contains a small piece of paper on which you write your dream and put it back in the box. Folded neatly within Jordan's is the dream he wrote about 1 year into his training, "I will be the best male figure skater ever. I will win a gold medal at the 2018 Olympics." Folded neatly within mine is, "I will live to be 100 years old or more so I can be here to support and watch all of Jordan's dreams come true." May the power of our dream boxes and the grace of God have both our dreams unfold.
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