Hiya,

Music can, & does do all that for me. Does a much better job, too.

I love to hear an ole blues man singing about how he done gone over, & how Jesus gone make up his dying bed. It was & is one of the greatest joys of my life, & when I'm carried to my own bury'n ground [walk me along, carry me along] I want lots played; but as much as I love it it doesn't make me believe in any of the sentiment behind it. I wish I did, but you can't make yourself believe it.

Why would I want anything to do w/ someone who chose to put me in a wheelchair ??

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