I don’t know about tomorrow.

I have heard many people that say that life goes with you or without you. How true this statement is and it became especially true during the spring in 2016. After finding out that my phosphorus was so high and that if something did not change there would be dire consequences. It was a tough time. There were 2 ways that I could look at it.

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  1. Get down in the mulley grubs and fall into depression and let life pass me by and then I pass away from this life.
  2. Or pull myself by my bootstraps and hock my britches up and continue to keep moving forward

To which I decided the second option was best. It did not mean that every day was sunshine and roses after I made that decision. In fact, almost every day was a struggle. A struggle to get up and keep moving, a struggle to paste a smile on my face and act as though nothing was wrong, a struggle to hide this battle from those around me.

It was not long after the experience in my music room that I was asked to play the keyboard in a public setting. How can I play a song when I have no song, I asked myself. It was then my fingers found the song that my heart needed and soul desired and here are a few lines from that song.

Many things about tomorrow, I don’t seem to understand. But I know who holds tomorrow and I know who holds my hand.

As I was playing this part of the song, I could feel every word that I was playing. By the time I finished there was very few dry eyes in the building. Why because I felt the song to the very core of my soul. No matter what tomorrow would bring I knew it would be ok and that I would move on with life.

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