A Gig to Remember #3

Subject: RE: A Gig to Remember #3
From: wildlone
Date: 19 Sep 99 - 03:39 PM

A shoulder to cry on,
A port in a storm.
Warm people around us,
Keeps us from harm.
.WL.

Subject: RE: A Gig to Remember #3
From: katlaughing
Date: 19 Sep 99 - 02:17 PM

Oh, Lloydie, Lloydie! You keep telling us this stories! They are heartwarming and well-put! You are indeed a kind soul and a gentleman; what Fortune for that young woman to have found you. Years ago, I'd been through a similar situation as she, but was fortunate to have friends, who like you, provided me with the information, support, guidance, and validation it took to move on.

Keep singing and being open to being in the Right Place at the Right Time!

katlaughing

Subject: A Gig to Remember #3
From: lloyd61
Date: 19 Sep 99 - 10:04 AM

A Gig to Remember #3

Finding Joy

Warrenville Folk Festival 1993, I stood looking longingly at the main stage. If only I had the skills to perform on that stage, but that place of honor was reserved for the very talented and gifted. I took my guitar and headed for the tent where I was to conduct a workshop on "Joy". I felt no joy. My wife of 25 years has found someone else. He was young and good looking, but he does not play the guitar. That should count for something; maybe it did, in his favor. A hand full of people gathered under the work shop tent. Why are they not at the main stage?

The workshop when smoothly, much of the material I used was my own, so it gave me a chance to try out my new stuff on a live audience. At the completion of the set a young lady approached me and asked it we could talk. We found our way under a large tree and sat down to visit. She said her heart was so filled with anger and pain she could never experience the Joy I sang about. When I asked if she new the source of the anger, she said yes. She had been reaped several years ago. I sat there dumb founded, not knowing what to say. I thought to myself "why are you telling me" ? She went on to say that she never told anyone about it until now. I still wondered "Why me?" After I stumble around for a while, saying stupid things, then I finally said "I'm sorry but I am not able relate to what you have been through, but there are people who can. If you call me in the morning , at my office, I will give you the phone number of a organization who will understand what you have been through and will be able help you work through the suffering.

The next morning she called, as she said she would. By then I had found a Rape Center, so was able to give a phone number. She promised to call. She did not call me back, but the next year a the Warrenville Folk Festival a bright, smiling young lady ran up to me and gave me a big hug. Yes it was the same young lady, she found Joy.

I still look longingly at the main stage but I realized I was called to a little tent with a hand full of folks for a reason.

Dear Mudcat friends, this just another example of how we can bring a little insight and happiness to a hurt and crying society, ours is a unique calling.

Lloyd61