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“No matter what. Wherever your mind wanders, it seems to turn up at the same Field of Dreams. It's the vision you wake up with in the morning, and it's the last thing you picture before you fall asleep. Everytime you think of it, the idea in your head seems to get more vivid, filled in with more detail: You not only want to win a gold medal at the Olympics, you not only can see yourself standing there on the podium, but you can also feel the goose bumps as your national anthem is played; the tears are in your eyes. (That's how real a dream can be and should be)”

Quote by James C. Collins

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James C. Collins
James C. Collins

James C. Collins was an American author known for his works in the fields of business management and organizational leadership. His writings delve into the key factors of corporate success and how individuals and teams can achieve excellence. more

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