I couldn't name a proud moment, but there've been many that humbled, and filled me......Here's one.

I had just finished my last set of a long day of singing for tourists. Got up to put my guitar in the case, when a lone woman came dashing in for her dinner, and music. Running through my head were thoughts like, "If only I'd left five minutes ago"...."I have so much to do", etc, I decided that maybe she'd be content with a bit of conversation. (Since she was the only one in the place at this point, I couldn't really ignore her. )

In her I found the dearest soul, who spoke little English, and would have been content with my company. But after hearing a little bit of her heritage and her story, "Hineh Ma Tov" popped into my head. I sang it for her as she finished her dinner. Afterwards, she thanked me over and over again, and tried to explain to me how much that song meant to her. She didn't need to. Her tears said it all. Geesh! What was I whining about? And to think I almost missed the opportunity. KT