THE UNDERDOG

I decided to switch things up a bit and write in the morning today. I figure even if the blog is not good, I can not be accused of being a procrastanator.
Last night I had a dream about my high school reunion. It was a bit crazy because it was 25 years later but in my dream everyone looked the same way they did in high school. There was one guy at the reunion who surprised everyone, his name was Brent. Brent was a kid that everyone laughed at in school because of his hand me down clothing and learning disabilities. Maybe he was a bit "nerdy", ok a lot nerdy, but Brent had a good heart. My friends laughed at me because I was always nice to Brent and always made time to talk to him. I even introduced him in front of the entire student body when he wanted to run for Senior Class President.
In my dream Brent was the only one who looked different. His unfasionable duds were replaced by a three piece suit. A very expensive suit at that. He had made something of himself and became very wealthy in the process. Now I have know idea if that dream mirrors reality for Brent or not, but I do know that in my dream everyone now wanted to talk to Brent. Not only that they wanted their picture taken with him and his autograph. The strange thing is Brent was still genuinely kind to everyone even though they had treated him poorly in years past.
The older I get the more I like the Brent's of the world. People who are not given much of a chance by peers, but always seem to defy the odds and achieve.