It all started one bright sunny warm spring morning when I looked up at God and said, “I would like to go to university”. Being a six year old child I knew that my life was not ready for me to become anything more that the family scapegoat; stepping stone. Since that day the “dark clouds” kept rolling in. I have had a journey of losses and gains. I have cried and I have laughed and I have never lost my desire to go to university. “The most incredible thing about miracles is that they happen.” [Gilbert Chesterton (1874-1936)]. So here I am with my pocket full of dreams and a rainbow of fairness. My dream so far has blossomed into two years of university for sociology. Afterwards I am looking to “break” into the market of journalism. They say that the competition is fierce and I find that it all gets blamed on Hollywood. I’ve done my homework and it takes perseverance to be on top with the best. This is what make me dream a reality. Not to just sell my writing but to be really good at it. So people won’t just read the same old facts in a boring composition, but to dazzle my readers. Then when they see my name in the by line they will read further. I will become notable and respected by my circle of peers. I am only a short distance away from it and I am ready!