“He proceeded to tell me he was murdered. Rumors spread he was shot over a lottery ticket. ‘I can’t go into detail due to investigation.’ I was in shock. At the burial service, we watched as he was placed 6 feet under. I remember standing in the rain, not caring it was pouring. Still on probation, the only thing I could hear was my father’s voice: ‘My son is going to make some money one day singing and playing guitar.’ I owed it to him to be better, to do better.”
“One day, Sandy sat by my bed. I hadn’t walked 50 steps in over a year. She was DONE. ‘What’s up, Sandy?’ She looked right at me and barked! ‘What is it?’ She barked again! I said, ‘Oh, please. What in the world are you doing?’ She was egging me to get up, to move. She wouldn’t quit until I walked. Once I took just a step, she stopped and laid down! Sandy started me on my journey back to life. She took away my fear and, in return, let me give her something I so desperately needed: unconditional love.”
“We always want to know where the nearest exit is. Our minds are forever thinking of an escape plan. The triggers can hit when we least expect it. But I won’t let HIM win. It took us a while before we picked ourselves up and got back to doing what we love to do: go to concerts. WE win. Love wins. Kindeness wins.”
Sometimes the best music happens when you least expect it.