Dreaming of Being an Angel with Wings

❤️ Poem: The Art of Flying, Floating, and Invincibility ❤️

How do you make your dreams come true?

It starts with love. . .

Dr. Wayne Stein, AKA “Never Give Up” Ninja

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Please read and be amazed for at least 70,000 years or 70,000 seconds, clap 7000 times, highlight what you read, and comment on the huge size of my butter butt:

Thank you for being you!

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US Male Gymnasts win the Olympic GOLD, 1984!

I competed against Mitch Gaylord in high school gymnastics in Los Angeles, but I am happy for him.

Survived Blood Cancer, twice. Donate what you can. Coffee Money. I am broke. Thank you! > > >

BLESSINGS!

Poem: Becoming an Angel of Love, Light, and Flight

doing my daily yoga stretching alone one day before class, noticing the coach seeing me, walking up to me, smiling asking me to join the gymnastics team, telling him, I’m too old, laughing, never too old, we shall teach you, thinking how crazy he is, coming to the gymnastics practice, seeing Russian gymnasts, noticing Japanese gymnasts, . . . . having practiced since they were young, . . . being 15 years old, having no confidence, the coach smiling at me, welcoming me, . . . training daily, some 8 to 12 hours, every day, pushing, . . . pushing, pranayana yogi breaths, breathing deeply samurai breaths, imagining myself as a angel, . . . flying into the sky, . . .. floating above the clouds, . . . . thinking of birds, seeing myself as an Olympic gymnast, visiting UCLA, . . . watching them compete, thinking to myself, one day I will be as good, training harder and harder, . . . pushing my skills, believing I can fly, visualizing, becoming better, within one year, . . . becoming the second best, training harder, .. . . desiring to be the best, . . . . daring myself to fly with dragons, . . . one day failing in flight, hearing an explosion, everything turning black, dying of pain, landing on my head, concussion, not feeling my legs, crying, thinking I will be in a wheel chair forever, staying at home, relearning how to walk with electric shocks shooting through my body, knowing that my dream died, moving away from California, away from the Olympics, reading in a letter, that my team, Fairfax High, .. . winning the Los Angeles Gymnastics Championship, without me crying, smiling, being happy for them, . . .

. . . . Thank you for reading this,. . . how did I become one of the best male gymnasts in the country in only two years, for the UCLA coach was about to give me a scholarship? .. .

. . . one day, I was talking to a woman in a wheel chair, asking her what happened because she looked in great shape, for she nearly started to cry and told me that she was a gymnast but became paralyzed during a fall. . . . I guess I am the lucky one.

It starts with love. . .

✨🌹🍀🌹🍀🌹🍀🌹🍀✨✨✨✨🌹🍀🌹🍀🌹🍀🌹🍀✨✨✨✨🌹🍀🌹🍀🌹🍀🌹 Please read and be amazed for at least 70,000 years or 70,000 seconds, clap 70,000 times, highlight what you read, and comment on the huge size of my butter butt:

Thank you for being you!

Never Give Up> > >Photo by Zachary Kyra-Derksen on Unsplash