The woman next to me on the plane just fist pumped, a powerful and unapologetic fist pump when the basketball went in the hoop during a game of one on one between the good guy and the bad guy on The CW’s “One Tree Hill.”
It was the last shot, slow motion, and he (our hero) sunk it and she clenched her fist and pumped it! She was happy. Happy for our hero, happy for her, happy on the inside. She was happy.
Stories have the power to move us. To make us happy. To make us fist pump no matter where we are. To make us smile. To move us, on the inside and on the outside.
I want to continue to be a part of this powerful storytelling. I ask that I am continually blessed with the opportunities to tell stories on even larger and greater platforms. Stories that make people fifty pump and dance and love and take risk and hug somebody.
One fist pump, great.
1,000 even better.
10,000 let’s do it.
1 million, yes.
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