BELIEVE IN DREAMS

I have met so many nice people in my life,  and I never forget those who treat me special.  I had the pleasure of meeting a really nice young man that had so many people in his life that you would never think that this small town girl would ever have anything nice to say about him.  People assumed that he was stuck on himself and would never give you the time of day...but I am here to say that nothing could be farther from the truth.  I see him now and he seems so unreachable,  but in my mind I feel as if he is that same young man I met many years ago.  He had so many young ladies following him,  that he did not need me,  but I found that he was so down to earth.  I met him first at the "Good Times"  lounge next to Kenova...when a friend invited me to come and hear him sing.  She had the biggest crush on him,along with the hundred other young girls I knew back then, and  so I agreed to go with her so I could meet him.  I was so surprised when he just walked over to our table and sat down and began to talk.  I knew then that this guy would one day go far in his career,  because he had such a passion for music,  and he could surely please a crowd.  Every weekend found us going to wherever he would be playing.  He would always come to us and talk just like he was one of us. I will never forget the first time he sang "Some Gave All ".  The crowd went crazy.  Then of course he became most famous for his song "ACHY BREAKY HEART". If he was in WVA... we were there.  If he was in Kentucky...we were there.  I had a collection of autographs and pictures and I was proud that he was moving up to stardom.  I knew that the day would come when I would be a nobody in his life,  but I knew that he would always be someone special in mine. The memory that made me realize that he was just a good ole boy came when he appeared at the "RED ROOF INN" and for the first time in my life I felt special,  because he wished me a "Happy Birthday" and I carried that photo to remind me that I wasn't a pretty girl like all those others,  but that he took the time to treat me nice. I felt a renewed confidence that I was ok just as I was.  One day it was left behind along with all my autographs,  when I became a mother and moved away from West Virginia. I will forever remember us talking about his dreams  and him telling me to follow mine although everybody thought I was crazy to want to sit around and write all day.  He said " if I can sing all day why can't you follow your dream and just write."  That day I believed in dreams and I've never stopped writing. He is living proof that in order to live a dream you have to be willing to BELIEVE IN DREAMS.

The world finally sees that you are more than just a simple boy from the country, you're a Man with many talents.

BILLY RAY...Thank you for making a difference in the life of this simple NOBODY...you'll never remember me...but I'll never forget you. PS.. God Bless your Family.