I'm putting song titles in parenthesis. To get the full effect, you should definitely listen as I mention them.
I remember when I sang my first "special" at church. I was anything but a seasoned singer. In fact, I had a terribly flat and airy voice. I was shaking all over and utterly terrified. When I finished my two minute song, as scared as I was, I knew that someday I wanted to be in the band. After years of taking voice lessons, singing more specials, and occasionally filling in when the the lead singers were gone, my time had come. When my preacher asked me if I wanted to join the band, I couldn't spit out my, "yes," quick enough. (Fools Rush In by Rick Nelson). The months that ensued brought some of the greatest memories of my life. For the first time, I felt like I belonged somewhere. The days or weeks between practices and Sundays felt like an eternity. I'm pretty sure the people closest to me were beyond tired of hearing about the band as that was just about all I talked about. I had never been so passionate about something or a group of somebodies in my life. Unfortunately, I am a highly guarded person. Maybe they thought I wasn't passionate enough about it because I was so shy, but inside I was teeming with love. I was just getting comfortable and feeling like I could let go, show how I felt, and really allow myself to "feel the music." I could feel something happening deep inside. Everytime I was with the band, another one of my walls was torn down. The problem is that nobody else knew about this. I'm sure I appeared cold or half-hearted, even though I was actually far from it.
April 1, 2015. The date that has haunted the corners of my mind every day since then. That was the day I got a phone call form the band leader to inform me that I wasn't needed on the band anymore because, essentially, I wasn't passionate enough - or so they thought. My heart has never been as broken as it is about this. I have been let down by other, but never by people who I had loved and trusted so deeply. This band was my safe place. Whether or not they realize it, they broke so many barriers in my life. They say time heals all wounds, but I am just as broke hearted today as I was on that loathsome April day. Just this month I have cried four times. (The Reason Why by Rick Nelson). Sometimes I wonder if it was really worth it, but I know I would do it all again in a heartbeat. Why? Because even if it ended terribly, the time I was with them was worth it. That was my story in a nutshell, and here are my lessons learned. I believe these are all lessons learned in life, but everyone learns them a different way.
1. Every rose has its thorn. (Every Rose has its Thorn by Poison)
2. Never underestimate the healing power of a good song. (Get Rhythm by Johnny Cash)
3. It's better to have loved and lost than to never love at all.
4. Love hurts. (Love Hurts by The Everly Brothers).
5. Always be true to yourself - no matter what. (You Just Can't Quit by Rick Nelson)
6. Sometimes the things that you love most fade away. (Fadeaway by Rick Nelson)
I remember when I sang my first "special" at church. I was anything but a seasoned singer. In fact, I had a terribly flat and airy voice. I was shaking all over and utterly terrified. When I finished my two minute song, as scared as I was, I knew that someday I wanted to be in the band. After years of taking voice lessons, singing more specials, and occasionally filling in when the the lead singers were gone, my time had come. When my preacher asked me if I wanted to join the band, I couldn't spit out my, "yes," quick enough. (Fools Rush In by Rick Nelson). The months that ensued brought some of the greatest memories of my life. For the first time, I felt like I belonged somewhere. The days or weeks between practices and Sundays felt like an eternity. I'm pretty sure the people closest to me were beyond tired of hearing about the band as that was just about all I talked about. I had never been so passionate about something or a group of somebodies in my life. Unfortunately, I am a highly guarded person. Maybe they thought I wasn't passionate enough about it because I was so shy, but inside I was teeming with love. I was just getting comfortable and feeling like I could let go, show how I felt, and really allow myself to "feel the music." I could feel something happening deep inside. Everytime I was with the band, another one of my walls was torn down. The problem is that nobody else knew about this. I'm sure I appeared cold or half-hearted, even though I was actually far from it.
April 1, 2015. The date that has haunted the corners of my mind every day since then. That was the day I got a phone call form the band leader to inform me that I wasn't needed on the band anymore because, essentially, I wasn't passionate enough - or so they thought. My heart has never been as broken as it is about this. I have been let down by other, but never by people who I had loved and trusted so deeply. This band was my safe place. Whether or not they realize it, they broke so many barriers in my life. They say time heals all wounds, but I am just as broke hearted today as I was on that loathsome April day. Just this month I have cried four times. (The Reason Why by Rick Nelson). Sometimes I wonder if it was really worth it, but I know I would do it all again in a heartbeat. Why? Because even if it ended terribly, the time I was with them was worth it. That was my story in a nutshell, and here are my lessons learned. I believe these are all lessons learned in life, but everyone learns them a different way.
1. Every rose has its thorn. (Every Rose has its Thorn by Poison)
2. Never underestimate the healing power of a good song. (Get Rhythm by Johnny Cash)
3. It's better to have loved and lost than to never love at all.
4. Love hurts. (Love Hurts by The Everly Brothers).
5. Always be true to yourself - no matter what. (You Just Can't Quit by Rick Nelson)
6. Sometimes the things that you love most fade away. (Fadeaway by Rick Nelson)
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