So, I was about to play drums in Church, and my old-time rock-and-roll panic started to set in. It didn't matter where I was playing, previously: Biker Bar, Pizza Hut, Dive Bar, CBGBs, whatever, I would get totally stiff and panicky... and often couldn't play loosely until the last song, if ever.
This time, though, I took a few minutes and prayed. And I thought to myself, "Dude, how lucky are you to have gotten through what you've gotten through and made to the point where you're being asked to play drums in Church?"
The answer, of course, is very.
Love to all: even you, the wacky kid with the bells.
2 comments:
I just love your "Love to all" endings. They've spoken to me before. :-)
It's good to be lucky, isn't it? Especially to have been through stuff that makes you realize just how lucky you are.
Love to YOU!
Count your blessings, man!
Count your blessings!
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