How do they do that?
When I was 8, the most painful physical moment of my life was when I got my ears pierced.
I was about to faint. Somewhere in the distance, the muzak changed and I heard familiar voices. "I'm a Believer". And so I was.
And so here I stand, decades later, a grownup with not much faith in much of anything. Overcome by a bunch of feelings, suddenly hitting a lowpoint in my day. Bad enough to start me crying.
I have the radio on, turned to a folk & acoustic music station (WFUV, 90.7fm, NYC). And I heard the familiar strains of "Valleri". (Not a regular song for them, just a spur of the moment whim of the DJ)
It's tiny moments like that that tell you not to despair. Not a religion, not a cult or deeply philosophical belief system.
Sometimes that's all it takes to keep going.
"Just look over your shoulder . . ."
When I was 8, the most painful physical moment of my life was when I got my ears pierced.
I was about to faint. Somewhere in the distance, the muzak changed and I heard familiar voices. "I'm a Believer". And so I was.
And so here I stand, decades later, a grownup with not much faith in much of anything. Overcome by a bunch of feelings, suddenly hitting a lowpoint in my day. Bad enough to start me crying.
I have the radio on, turned to a folk & acoustic music station (WFUV, 90.7fm, NYC). And I heard the familiar strains of "Valleri". (Not a regular song for them, just a spur of the moment whim of the DJ)
It's tiny moments like that that tell you not to despair. Not a religion, not a cult or deeply philosophical belief system.
Sometimes that's all it takes to keep going.
"Just look over your shoulder . . ."
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