Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Dark Horse

Somewhere deep in the heart of Chester, Pennsylvania there is a boy that can jump higher, run faster, and shoot from the foul line even better than the great Michael Jordan.

Somewhere deep in the heart of New York, New York there is an iron chef that can set Bobby Flay and his grill on flames.

Somewhere in Italy there’s a master of creation, a young man that wants to be the next Michelangelo. He paints and sculpts from his home and may always remain an unknown.

Somewhere out there a young woman has the voice of an angel that would rival Whitney, Barbara, and Celine. The only microphone she has right now is her ratty old hairbrush.

Somewhere in Los Angeles a fashion designer has sewn the most glamorous red carpet gowns. He puts modern twists on old classics. His next project is sketched and thrown away because he never made it to Project Runway.

Somewhere deep in Summit, New Jersey a young girl practices her craft in the mirror. She memorizes and recites her lines beautifully. She’s almost as captivating and creative as her idol, Meryl Streep.

Somewhere in the heart of Kentucky a man is racing against time and himself. He’s lightning fast like Carl Lewis.

Somewhere deep in the mind of a writer a young woman sits and types the next best selling book. She’s an eloquent story teller. She believes, prays, and hopes to be as inspiring as Elizabeth Gilbert.

Somewhere out there and deep in the heart of every city, town, and village a prodigy is born.

Somewhere out there the little unknowns of the world emerge with prominence.