I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day (Night and day)
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly. (R.Kelly)

At the youth prison, we had some difficult kids.  What a euphemistic observation.  One of the hardest kids (Kingdom of Heaven, p.158) was always angry.  He had reason to be but as is so often the case, there was very little I could do about any of his issues.  Space Jam had hit the movie screen and the kids loved it.  In desperation, I bought the CD and some portable players.  I let the kids earn time to listen.  Ben absolutely loved the CD.  He would work to get time and then sing along.  It’s been more than a decade-I think of him almost everyday.  When I swim, I take a nose dive and sing along-I believe I can soar-I see me running through that open door.  I beg God to let some doors be open for every one of them.