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They laughed at him every single day. A
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skinny boy with dusty feet, wearing
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clothes so torn they barely held
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together. No father, no money, no fancy
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Just a wild dream and a heart full of
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You save the village, they mocked. Get
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out of here. You can't even save
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But what they didn't know was that this
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boy wasn't just playing in the dirt. He
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was watching the skies, listening to the
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wind, studying the land.
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While others chased shade, he chased
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knowledge silently, patiently.
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Then the drought came. The river
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shriveled into cracked earth. The crops
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Cattle dropped one by one, and the air
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was thick with despair. Even the elders,
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wise, weathered, and proud, sat
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helplessly under the baobob tree, heads
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bowed in surrender. But not the boy.
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One morning, before sunrise, he climbed
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the tallest hill with nothing but a sack
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of stones and an idea. He began building
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a tiny wall of stones shaped just right
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to catch the faint morning dew that
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rolled down the hill. Then he dug small
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channels with his bare hands, laying out
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leaves like bowls, trapping every drop
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he could find. Day after day, alone
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under the blazing sun, he worked. Some
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laughed, some whispered, most ignored.
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But slowly, a puddle appeared.
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Then another and another. Birds
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returned. The soil softened. A green
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chute poked through the earth. Then
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something magical happened. The
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villagers noticed. First the children,
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then the women, then the very elders who
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once gave up. They came not with
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laughter this time, but with buckets,
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with tools, and with hope. Together they
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built larger dams, bigger traps, and
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soon water flowed again. In just weeks,
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the land bloomed. The village lived
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because of one boy's idea.
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Today, that boy is no longer laughed at.
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He's a national hero. His name is taught
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in schools. His damn stands strong. So
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remember this. You don't need permission
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to dream. You don't need riches to
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and you don't need the crowd to believe
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in you, just the courage to take one
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small step. Because sometimes the
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world's greatest changes begin with a
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in the hands of someone everyone
