Think about it in this way. We dream of our story and it’s time for the big act, the big moment where the city is saved or the championship is won, what role are you playing?
I remember as a kid playing basketball in the driveway of our home. I could see myself in the arena, dribbling the ball up a wooden floor surrounded by 20,000 fans on their feet. The final moments in big, red numbers on the clock are clicking down– 3… 2… 1… I could hear the announcer, I’d use my voice to mimic his. “Furlong has the ball. He’s bringing it down the court with a few seconds left on the clock, they’re down by one. Oh wait, he breaks free. He’s open, he takes the shot!”
In my driveway if I missed, “Oh wait!” I’d say in my announcer voice, “Furlong was fouled! He was fouled! He’s going to the free-throw line with a chance to win it!” If I missed the free throws there was a line violation, and on and on until I’d finally win the dang thing.
Our spirits don’t age. Something I heard in an Oprah podcast years ago, and it’s true. Our bodies wear out like a wood fence, beaten by the sun and wind over time, the paint cracking and fading. My fifty-year-old self can’t deny the gradual thinning of my hair and whitening of my beard. The quickly depleting sand in the hourglass is getting louder and louder, the signs are all around me. But what hasn’t changed is the spirit inside. I’m still that kid in the driveway playing in the big game, the star player. And, the spirit in you hasn’t changed either. I still think we can hit that shot.
For as many generations as humans have been on this earth, each generation is designed to fight for its continued survival on this planet. We’re programmed to be the hero in the epic story, it’s central character. Now, travel somewhere away from here with me for a moment.
Every kid. Every person, all around the world feels the same about themselves and their story. Different language. Different melanin in the skin, more and less. Different food. Some that will burn your face off. Some so bland, it’s change in texture is what stands out over taste. Some of their houses are made of wood like most of ours, others of clay bricks and mortar. These kids are a part of families too, like us. Some of the families have only a mom and brothers and sisters. Others, a grandmother or an uncle to raise them. Still, they get up from sleeping in the corner of a tiny one room house, sleeping like a bundle of newborn puppies with no space of their own. They put on a school uniform. They walk to school and they dream. For the boys it a dream of a soccer field and an announcer… “3-2-1, GOAAAALLLLLL!” For the girls it may be the dream of a fashion career or a house, a family. No matter what the dream, they are also the hero of their story.
What is Buena Onda? It’s the screwdriver that turns the screw. It’s the pipe that allows water to flow through it. Buena Onda is what makes the dream possible for so many. What’s the point? The point is the dream within the dreamer. Let’s go a little deeper. The point is the dreamer.
We can help a child achieve what’s possible and give them a chance that they’d never have otherwise. WE can change the outcome of a kid’s life who has a dream and is the hero of their story, just like you and I are the hero of ours. We’re the same all around this world. We’re men and women who are the walls and roof of a spirit that hasn’t aged, a spirit that wants to do something special in this big and beautiful world. Be the hero of someone else’s story.
Join me and sponsor a child’s care at Buena Onda in Punta Colonet, Baja California, Mexico. Learn more at our website, buenaondaproject.org. Or, simply start giving and click this link below. BE THE HERO OF SOMEONE ELSE’S STORY.
Thank you for loving big and making a difference in someone’s life.
Sincerely,
Chad
Founder & CEO















