http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cBsnopTVmo
It seems like yesterday that I wrote the first of these, but it's three hundred and sixty five yesterdays ago. Time and life fly past far too quickly. A great deal has happened over the past year. You started to walk and talk, and have created more miracles than I can recount here and now-- every day you transform into someone newer and more perfect.
One of these changes is that you have picked a new favorite song. Probably the greatest lesson that comes with this song-- although far from the only one-- is how you came to hear it the first time. I always liked the song, but it was never one that was a favorite. One morning, I was awake way too early-- working on a paper for my master's degree. As I did so, I turned on George Noory's Coast to Coast in the background. I have three reasons for listening to Coast to Coast:
1. It's the most interesting thing that's on at three in the morning.
2. I like listening to crazy theories and crazy people-- this show fits the bill.
3. My master's degree is in counselling, so the show assures me that I'll always have business when I finish up.
That day, George had interrupted his usual line up of people talking about UFO's and Bigfoot with a guy talking about doing dolphin rescues. It was a very interesting show. In any case, the news usually comes on between three and four. George cuts into the news with songs, and today he chose to use Southern Cross-- maybe because the nautical theme went along with his topic, or maybe because it's just a cool song.
The story that led the news that morning was possibly the saddest one that I've ever heard on the news. It was about a father whose son had been killed in a traffic accident. He described how good a boy his son was, and his final farewell-- kissing his face over and over. That day a young universe, full of potential was extinguished, and the world changed. In that tragic moment, I understood a parent's love for a child. I think about how valuable you are every time you hear that song, shake your head to the opening lyrics, and then dance.
People listen to George Noory because, deep in their souls, they want to believe that anything is possible. I don't need George Noory for that-- I listen to him purely for entertainment. I only need to look at my little, dancing, boy to know that anything is possible.
