An idealist is one who, on noticing that roses smell better than cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup. - H. L. Mencken
So, for a job (maybe to make people laugh at me) I decided to sing. So sing I do. Some days I feel like it...some days I do not. So, today was one of those days....but I tried my best. And just when I thought I had made it through to the end... a lady came up to me, glanced down, and quietly asked me if I could sing for her father. He was not doing well, and he was just declared palliative this morning.
I could tell this man was so loved...and his family truly wanted him to know. So, I sang as if it was the grandest day in my life. So, I sang...
Beautiful point...was to see the love that this family had for their father...and to find that drive to reach beyond my own limits.