A few days ago, I considered returning to blogging. I knew my focus on education so I closed my eyes and concentrated on the state of education. Almost like a dream, this is the vision that I saw;

I am high above a wide open plain. I see thousands of kids on horses, racing across the plains. They riding from my left to my right. The horses are of different sizes and colors. Of course, they all are traveling at different speeds but all are heading in the same direction. Some look very weak, as do their horses, and they eventually slow down and stop. A few others fall off their horses and are trampled by the rush of horses that come after them. A few others peel away from the pack and are seen riding to a saloon or making drug deals with shady characters.

We focus back on the pack of horses and their riders. As the view changes to be behind the riders, we see that they all reacting towards a thriving city. The city looks very prosperous and clean. It is all new with no dilapidated houses or buildings. However, there is a huge chasm between the prosperous city and the plain. But all is not lost for there are four bridges connecting the plains to the city.

On the right is wooden bridge. This wooden bridge is sturdy but not very attractive. The good news is, by its position over the chasm, it is the shortest bridge. On top of that, it nothing to cross, unlike some of the other options.

Next to the wooden bridge is a huge and glittery bridge of gold. It is twice as long as the wooden bridge. On top that, there are official-looking standing in front of the bridge, ready to interview and turn down anyone who tries to cross. In addition, they are collecting a $5 toll to enter the bridge.

To the left of the golden bridge is a strong iron bridge painted silver. The paint is starting to peel away. This bridge is equally as long as the golden bridge. There are officials at the entrance but they are only charging a $1 toll.

To the left of the silver bridge is an ugly and meandering bridge that is at least twice as long as any of the other bridges. There is no toll and they advertise that they have never charged a toll for this bridge. It is the bridge of the people. However, it warns that your only payment is to work on this bridge while you cross it.

As the riders get close to the bridge, they slow down and ponder their decision. As they ponder, a few riders wander into a music store and come out with guitars, drums, amplifiers and microphones. A few others wander into art stores and come out with supplies. These groups decide to find their own way across the chasm.

With the view of higher education, you should answer the question,”Which bridge do you prefer and did that work for me?” Did you ever end up in the City of Prosperity?