I love helping others to reach their dreams.

Four years of six a.m. drives to a pitch on the edge of town, and the parent in the car doesn't especially like football.

That's most of what supporting a dream looks like — logistics, in weather, for something that isn't yours. The version where one conversation changes everything almost never happens.

The trap is steering. It's easy to start improving somebody's plan until it becomes a plan you'd enjoy more, and the help quietly turns into a takeover. The test is whether you'd still drive if they chose a direction you thought was wrong.