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I remembered the first day I saw her playing basketball．I watched in wonder as she ran circles around the other kids．The boys always tried to stop her but no one could, though she seemed so small．She would practice shooting over and over again, sometimes until dark．
One day I asked her why she practiced so much．Without a moment of hesitation she said, “I want to go to college．The only way I can go is to get a scholarship．I like basketball．I am going to play college basketball．I want to be the best．My Daddy told me if the dream is big enough, the facts don’t count．”Then she repeated the routine．Well, I had to give in to her – she was determined．I watched her through those junior high years and into high school．Every week, she led her school team to victory．One day in her senior year, I saw her sitting in the grass, head cradled in her arms．Quietly I walked to her and asked what was wrong．“Oh, noting,” came a soft reply．“I am just too short．”The coach told her that at 5.5 inches she would probably never get to play for a top ranked team, so she should stop dreaming about college．But her father said those coaches were wrong．They just did not understand the power of a dream．He told her that if she really wanted to play for a good college and wanted a scholarship, nothing could stop her except one thing – her own attitude．He told her again, “If the dream is big enough, the facts don’t count”．
The next years, as she and her team went to the Northern California Championship game, she was seen by a college recruiter．She was indeed offered a scholarship, a full ride, to a Division I, NCAA women’s basketball team．She was going to get the college education that she has dreamed of and worked toward for all those years．It’s true：If the dream is big enough, the facts don’t count．
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