- March
30
I wasn't quite awake yesterday when I was writing in my journal.
Josh came home from the Israel Ranch last night where he has been
staying and helping our friend Mish prepare to leave her home
of 22 years. I am proud of his efforts to lend a helping hand.
He played me part of a new song he is writing and it was beautiful.
I look at these grown up people in our home and have flashes of
how they were once so small and vulnerable and lovable and new
to this world. It is a question of balance to focus on the person
standing in front of you now, with all the experiences and emotions
they have acquired as young adults and leave the past in the past.
I love my son so very much. I am troubled at times when we unconsciously
slip into old patterns that separate us from the depth of love
we feel for each other. He is a wonderful human being and so very
talented and his heart is big and loving. I am blessed to have
him in our home. I hope and pray the days ahead will bring us
love, laughter and good music. You never know when your time is
up. As for me, I am grateful for each new day. I am thankful to
wake up each morning with my beautiful bride and I am humbled
by her capacity to pour love out on our household. The beauty
in her heart adds a glow to her already lovely face.
- March
29
It is always an adventure at our house: lots of people and lots
of love and life. It is kind of funny how the mood can swing.
It seems like trivial things matter one minute and then they come
into perspective and then all seems well. Little things become
little things. Andie and I spend a good deal of time being thankful
for our blessings. We ponder ways to help ourselves and family
members grow and feel good inside, to be responsible, to be caring
loving humans, and to experience the joy of living and of being
compassionate to others, and the importance of staying close as
a family. I no longer spend time fretting over things that hurt
me when I was a child the way I used to do. You know, I think
that simple things in daily living are really enough to occupy
the mind. I think we are given our parents for a reason. That
reason may be simply to learn to forgive and to accept them for
their humanity and all the good and bad that comes with it. As
we mature in the lives we lead we will need to accept, love and
forgive ourselves. That may prove to be an insurmountable task
if we are holding grudges against our parents, or anyone else
for that matter. We should give them a break, we may well need
one ourselves one day.
- March
26
I am on my way out the door to a gig but I want to take a minute
to remember my Uncle Frank whose memorial service was in Florida
today. I wish I could be there. He was a friend to me as well
as an Uncle. We had a spiritual connection that remained throughout
my life. I felt connected to Frank although we almost never spoke.
I remember him telling people that I came to visit him at times.
I did think of him with all my might on many occasions. I remember
his laid back nature and the love he had for music. He was going
to chart my first CD for me. I never did get a copy of the charts
but I know he spent a long time working on them. I am glad he
accepted Jesus before he passed over. He was totally at peace
in the last moments of life according to my dad and Maria. Rest
in peace my brother. I love you always.
- March
25
We had winter again yesterday. Stop please. I grow weary
of the winter chill. I am ready for the promise that spring brings.
I would ask some prayer for Serious Israel, who is in the hospital
in very critical condition Thanks.
I feel that little shadow of blues creeping
in on the morning mist. Too bad for the blues because I feel pretty
good right now. It is a blessing to have so much family around.
Rob, Andie, Liz and I sat up late last night after our recording
session and talked about Spirit, spirits, life and the changes
we go through. Actually we stood in the kitchen eating stew and
soup that Andie had made. It was 11 p.m., a great time to have
dinner standing. It was a nice way to wind down after about 5
hours of recording. Bill Spies stopped by and got to check out
Mike's studio. Rob worked for hours setting up microphones and
dialing in the drums. It is funny how time is relative to what
you are doing. There are times in life when it truly feels like
it is standing still. I believe time does stand still. We simply
pass through it. I wonder what eternity will be like. Rob was
talking about feeling love and focusing on love when you cross
over. Too many people go out focused on fear, that probably isn't
that much fun. Living or passing I believe love is the meaning
of it all. Love gives meaning to it all. To love is to live, as
the saying goes. Love is the one thing we can wrap ourselves in
always and forever. It is our shield and our carpet when we pass
through the veil to Evermore.
-
March 24
It was the kind of morning that everyone associates with Washington.
It was raining so hard I thought my car had stalled midway through
a waterfall. I could feel my whole body braced for impact from
the tailgating cars. "Why does everyone have to follow so
close and not allow for time to brake on the wet pavement."
I spoke out loud to myself glancing lustfully at the empty commuter
lane. That's when I saw it in the rear view mirror. It materialized
out of thin air. A hovering craft that was 150 feet in diameter
and had the shape of an overturned Tupperware bowl. It was aqua
blue and rimmed with windows that emitted blindingly bright white
lights. It appeared to be be spinning and standing still all at
the same time. It began to suck the occupants of tailgating commuters
from their cars and then dissolve their vehicles into vapor. I
saw a tiny egg shaped head with huge blue oval eyes appear at
one of the windows of the craft and grin gleefully as each of
the space violators were extracted and the mist that had been
their cars dissolved in the rain. I blinked hard twice and the
craft was gone. Gone! As I looked around I saw that all the tailgating
cars remained splashing through the torrential down pour. It was
only a dream, or perhaps the after effects of medication I'd taken
at the dentist's office yesterday. It was gone either way. I was
at once relieved and disappointed. I continued on my way amidst
the throngs of tailgating commuters, occasionally glancing expectantly
in my rear view mirror.
- March
23
I was thinking about a trip to the Bahamas with Chani when she
was pretty young. We went into Nassau and went shopping. She got
a new dress and shoes and she looked so cute. Her hair was cut
in a pixie, she wore black shiny shoes and ankle socks and a long
sleeved black plaid dress with little gold chains on the collar.
We were excited because that evening we were going to dance and
stay up for the midnight buffet. We had snorkeled in the bay at
Gilligan's Island during the day. She climbed right up on top
of my head in the water when she first say a school of needle
fish. She was petrified but quickly got over it after I assured
her that they don't bite. We were pretty much sun baked and that
tends to make you tired. We had our dinner and watched music videos
and then danced for a while. Then we sat in the lounge where I
played music in the early evenings and we watched more music videos.
We both fell asleep on the bench and never made it to the midnight
buffet. I remember waking up with her head on my shoulder and
lifting her up and carrying her back to the cabin. That trip was
one of my happiest memories with Chani when she was growing up.
Even at that young age, she was never without a pen and paper.
She was always sketching. She has grown up so fast and become
an amazing artist and person. She has given me some of my best
happy thoughts and I love her a lot. Happy birthday Chani.
- March
22
That was a busy weekend. And now I am at it again. The Washington
Dinner Train was fun last night. I had them whooping and hollering
and singing their hearts out. It was a good time. We met a nice
couple, Jack & Cheryl and had some good laughs at dinner.
We love to meet other couples that like each other like we do.
At events like last night, I sometimes feel like I am outside
observing myself when I am performing. I am really just a guide
and trust intuition to carry me through and show me what to do.
I fret about it a bit before hand and wonder what in the heck
am I going to play to get forty strangers singing along, but it
never is a problem when it comes down to it. Andie teased me about
singing songs I don't care for a lot myself, but it isn't about
me. We all sang for an hour and I did slip in a short version
of Love Is Kind so I could share what I am about as a song writer.
In what has become typical, I had no business cards and lots of
people wanted to get in touch with us about parties. Maybe this
year I will get better organized. We may do some more events with
the Winery in the future, we'll see.
I stumbled on a radio station this morning that
was broadcasting the story of Samson & Delilah. It was pretty
timely message about knowing your strengths and your weaknesses
and knowing that although your weaknesses may be dormant they
don't go away. You have to pay attention if you want to keep out
of trouble. I never knew that Samson got his heart broken early
on and then went on to lead his people for twenty years. By all
accounts he stayed out of trouble during that time. He had a weakness
for love though. The speaker said it was a Hollywood kind of love.
I have to wonder what he was thinking after each time he told
the secret of his strength to Delilah, she attempted to bind him
with the information. You would think he would ask himself, "What
is up with Delilah? She might be a little shady." Men aren't
famous for asking lots of questions when we are enticed, the brain
will quickly fail. The story goes on to say that she nagged him
nearly to death. One line she used was "How can you say you
love me if you won't tell me the secret of your strength.?"
He finally told her. Things went bad fast after that. It was interesting
to note that the story says he told her all the things in his
heart. At that point she knew he was telling the truth. She tested
all the other false secrets he shared but when he finally poured
out his heart she simply went out and sold the information,
never doubting it was true. That is where the story ended. I thought
it was just a reminder to pay attention in and keep in touch with
God and your heart. God doesn't tempt us, it is the other buy
who does that. I shudder at the times in my life that my brain
was dormant somewhere while I was blown about like a leaf by the
quest for pleasure. When you have been stung a few times while
picking flowers you become more cautious and wise. The search
for pleasure is never something that you can totally fulfill.
I think that learning to love and stay was a hard lesson for me
to learn. I am glad I learned it with Andie. She is a very big
reason for me to pay attention and to know where I belong. I am
glad when I pour out my heart to her she doesn't use it against
me and I don't wake up in jail like Samson did.
- March
19
It is the weekend where I do my crazy 6 and a half hours of music
Friday and Saturday night. I am getting too old for this. I have
been thinking of how much I would like to hang up my technical
coat and just play my guitar and sing. I think I have spent 1000th
of my time making music and the rest struggling with technical
challenges. I am ready to step away from the console and have
some fun. Don Quijano is going to produce my next CD. I have tried
to make as much music available as possible via live recordings
and I will continue to do so. However I would like to make something
I can feel has true artistic merit and production. Life is so
many choices and this is one I want to make. I am going to start
simply with guitar and vocal versions of songs. Kind of like the
intention was at the beginning of Room With A View. I want the
arrangements to lend themselves to the songs, and not the songs
to the arrangements. It is all perspective. I want beauty and
emotion. It is like looking out the window and seeing the mountains
and the Puget Sound or just seeing the telephone poles and industrial
smoke. I don't want to miss seeing the ocean while picking up
sea shells on the shore. So much of life is push, push, push.
I need a little more flow. I heard a calm talking to my dad yesterday
that made me thankful again for his faith in Jesus. The way he
encouraged me to be patient with the things that frustrate me
and trust God to work it all out was very much a comfort. I am
thankful for the gift of music he passed on to me and I plan to
share it with as many people as will listen. Let it go
and let it flow.
- March
18
I am listening to a Salsa band this morning
El Caliente. I love hand percussion. I'd love to record some songs
with these guys. It is really up my alley when it comes to Latin
songs: flute, congas, bongos, shakers. I love the happy feel of
the music. I don't understand a word they are saying but it sounds
good. I am a little blank today. I am scattered when I try to
decide what 10 or 12 songs to put on a CD. My brain starts to
bounce all over because I have so many songs that I play all the
time. I need to make a change in my routine and do like Andie.
Workout. It is funny how when you are out of shape you have no
energy. You feel really tired all the time and don't want to do
anything. My brain protests at the thought of doing more stuff
in a day. My brain is only part of the concern. It is the time
tried effects of gravity on bodies as they age. Men's butts flatten
out and bellies shift up and over the belt and then head towards
the floor. It is a subtle process that can accelerate rapidly
if left unchecked. So I am bouncing in my exercise ball as I type.
At least that is a start. We will see where it goes from here.
- March
17
Last night I went to a father daughter event
with Liz at her high school. It seems like only yesterday that
she was small enough to use the sink for a little bath tub. She
has grown into such a lovely young woman with a lot of heart and
soul. She was very loving and kind to me last night and said something
about me being her dad that really touched my heart. As a parent
there are always so many questions and like the speaker said last
night we are totally unprepared for the role. We wouldn't go to
a dentist, doctor or surgeon who had no schooling. We have to
fight the natural tendency to duplicate the experiences of our
own childhood. He pointed out that at the end of our lives in
the last few moments he doubted if we would be saying I wish I
could have worked a few more hours, or watched a little more TV.
That we would most likely miss the opportunities that passed us
by to spend quality time with the ones we love. He gave a very
useful acronym to guide us in the very tough job of parenting.
I think it really can apply to all our relationships. It was this:
KIDS
KINDNESS- the greatest thing we can give and receive in life as
it is a pure reflection of love
INTITIATION-initiate activities and take time together, take the
initiative
DICIPLINE-often boundaries are the very the things that are being
asked of us. Often affection is the response we get.
SPACE-time alone and time together, time to learn and time to
reflect, give room to breathe.
It was a very lovely evening with my daughter of the heart. Andie
and I had planned for a few weeks to get together with our new
friends, Phillip and Midori. I was very disappointed when just
the day before I discovered that this event was taking place.
Although I was unhappy about canceling our first get together
with Phillip and Midori, and look forward to rescheduling, the
only choice was to do so in order to take some time with Liz and
bond. I will keep the note she wrote and gave to me at the beginning
of the evening always. I am very proud to be her dad.
- March
16
The early am hours are quiet and still. I think
I feel some isolation and consolation in them all at the same
time. I have been having this feeling like my heart is being squeezed.
I don't know if it is physical or emotional. It feels like both.
Sometimes I just get that "leave me alone" kind of feeling.
It is not my favorite. I have songs forming in my head and that
puts me in a kind of nether world. My brain gets so focused on
word plays and combinations that everything else seems kind of
far away. I want to be there for my friends and family. I want
to be close to my son Josh. I would like that. I believe in his
talents so much and his good heart. He is so much like me in so
many ways and that is the reason we but heads so easily at times.
But the bottom line is just love, pure and simple. He is writing
good songs and now is faced with the possibility of choosing whether
or not to join his brother's band if the call comes. It is just
one in many choices he will make in his life. I don't believe
there is a right or wrong choice there. It just is what his heart
tells him is right.
Sometimes my emotions flow out in these lines
like they do in my songs. I forget that over 13,000 people have
visited this site. The thing is, I think we all should track our
lives and keep a journal of what goes on. Perhaps the best and
deepest parts would be left out, perhaps not. I aim to tell some
stories on this site, I just haven't figured out if I will add
a short story page or use the journal. I like the idea of so many
people being entertained or distracted from their own cares for
a few minutes. There are so many memories. Like the time when
my mother was walking her Yorkshire Terrier through a park in
Atlanta and a very large man stepped in front of her path and
demanded two dollars from her. When she attempted to walk around
him he blocked her way. My mother was about 5 feet tall and very
self assured. She stopped and looked way up into his eyes and
said "If you don't get out of my way, I am going to braid
your balls and feed them to my dog." I don't think those
particular lines would have worked for someone else. He was dumbfounded
and after a moment he began to laugh so hard tears formed in his
eyes and he stepped aside. No one in that park ever bothered her
again. Confidence and humor are good partners.
- March
15
Old friends are a source of grounding, belonging and history in
life. It is good to keep in touch and learn what is happening
in each other's lives. We scatter like autumn leaves and find
ourselves swept away with the cares of our day to day cares. I
want to travel more and visit people who we keep in touch. I want
to visit Sedona in the next month or two and see Freedom's new
space. Some one called it a little bit of Paradise. That wasn't
our initial opinion of Arizona, so we will see.
I lived so many places in my life and there
were so many people who came and went. I wish them all well and
wonder what it would be like to see them after all this time.
In most of my adult life my friends have been made in the musical
world. Jamie, so full of life and underneath the tough persona,
a very caring individual. Dale has played flute at so many of
my concerts and shared so much time on stage, yet not enough time
together off stage, just visiting and taking about what matters
in our lives. Dana, who has been my friend, and who has put me
on stage so many times for the wonderful opportunities of playing
benefits. I still remember all those tiny children with leukemia
who sat on stage with me while I played Love Is Kind. Their courage
was profound. Dale and Kathy, who know more of my original songs
than anyone, including me. Scott and Debbie, who did so much to
help me find my faith. Jim and Penni, who saw me play and invited
Andie and I to share their beautiful place in Cabo San Lucas for
a week. Terri and Randy, who we met in Cabo and who then flew
us out to Ohio to meet their very special family and celebrate
our one and only Lobster Fest. Bill, who fed me such great food
at Seattle Style and had me play at his restaurant completely
unplugged. Maria who is reaching out after all these many years
and making me smile with her calls and e-mails. Mike and Jim,
the heart beat of my band. We did a marathon 8 hour recording
session for the new CD last night, only to lose all the tracks
in the end. We walked away with our chins up, well, sort of. Andie,
who remains my best friend and my love. Each of my children grow
closer in my heart as people and friends as time goes by and I
am blessed by their presence. The people who time and circumstance
have removed from my life remain in my thoughts and prayers.
I have so much to be thankful for, you'd think I
would be more mellow and content. Sarah joked this morning that
if I were part of the Israel family my name would probably be
Peace. She said many of the names seemed to be ironic, so Peace
would be good for me, since I have such a hard time finding it.
I am at peace when I am singing and playing music though. It takes
me where I couldn't go otherwise and lets me transcend time and
space and be with old friends again and to make new ones as well.
Remember those close to your heart and if they are
around let them know how you feel and maybe then you could say,
let's stay friends forever.
- March
12
I don't know what the date is really. It is "tired-thirty"
this morning. I feel like I am playing a part in an episode of
the Twilight Zone. Getting up too early sometimes makes me feel
like everything is in slow motion. Sounds are distorted and thoughts
are sluggish. It is probably because lack of sleep can cause the
veil between waking and dreaming to seem so thin that it is hard
to tell the difference between the two. We do live in Late Land
though, so there is always Espresso to kick start the day.
We are wondering what will become of Josh right
now. Andie reminds me to remember what we were like at his age.
I say I can't remember. She can. And lovely Sarah can't seem to
see the wonder that she is. I wish I could open her eyes to that
and fill her well with joy. I told her, "The past is an illusion,
and the future is an intrusion that causes confusion in the here
and now that, too soon, slips away." I was doing my
Maharishi voice and trying to make her smile. She said, "Did
you make up that crap?" Not sure if I had been insulted,
I said, "Well, sure I did, on the spot." Andie
and I still spend so much time talking and thinking about other
family member's concerns that we keep falling off the event calendar
for ourselves.
I talked to Maria yesterday. I miss my
sister. She has that special tendency to want to fix everything
too. God bless her for it. Andie & I are thinking of heading
back for a very short jaunt to Florida. It has been old home week.
We got to talk to Randy and Terri in Ohio and plan on seeing them
in either Florida or Cabo. I also talked to Dana in Vegas. She
says she's coming home to the Northwest. I have been spending
more time answering e-mails and just dealing with the day to day,
that it becomes more and more challenging to even keep my journal.
Time out. That is what we all need to take and have. Time out
for the things that matter. As Paul Simon said we're slip sliding
away. Although I fall into the Zombie mode at times Andie reels
me in and grounds me once again with her love. She invites me
to wake up and live.
- March
11
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It is a beautiful Northwest day outside. Winter is chilling the
air and seems to be saying "I'm not done yet." Spring
replies, tongue in cheek, "Whatever." And so goes the
shifting of another season.
- We
have begun recording the drums for a new CD and I am really asking
myself what I want to say more than what songs do I want to pick.
It would seem like an easy undertaking but it feels different.
I have written my way through war, love, life, broken hearts,
(my own and others) and death. Since I was just a bit early to
join the Beatles I haven't had the opportunity to distribute that
much music. I have, however, written a steady stream from my heart
for so many years. I believe the reason we are able to keep so
many songs alive and fresh is that someone we know is going through
one of those songs at one time or another.
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But I want to do the heavy songs with the light hearted. Give
Us Free, 911 ( The World Moved On), shouldn't sit on a desk or
remain only in my heart. I have my own walk, like all of us, and
mine keeps me too busy to attempt to direct traffic for others.
However, since I am fully aware of the source of my songs I am
feeling like God is saying "You have had a pretty good time
with the gift I gave you, now do something with it. Use it all."
It could just be lack of sleep, but that is what I am feeling.
If anyone has any ideas, and happens to be familiar with any of
my music, or the music I have co-written with others, drop me
a line with what you would like to hear on the new CD. How's that?
Remember,God is watching.
- March
8th
I was listening to "Cats in the Cradle" this
morning. There is a sad and too often true story in that song.
I didn't get much sleep last night. You know the routine, each
of our daily cares can seem so huge when seen from behind our
eyes. There is so much truth to the saying that we should be fixing
ourselves before we try to fix others. We can't fix anyone else
anyway. It is a great slight of hand we can play on our own minds
though. Look at him, look at her, just don't look at me. There
are some things we can't even fix in ourselves, like addictions.
Andie and I were talking, even agonizing over how to help family
members and friends and came to the realization that besides giving
love unconditionally, prayer is the best thing we can offer them.
God must stand by shaking His head saying "Whenever you are
ready to ask, I am here to help." But on we go, forgetting
the most obvious and powerful source of strength and healing while
we look everywhere else for a solution. I talked to my father
this morning about the Passion of the Christ. I said I didn't
see the point of watching a portrayal of Jesus's suffering. He
said the point of the film was to show how much Jesus suffered
for us to free us from the burden of sin. He said no human being
could have endured that much and lived through it only to be finally
crucified. The resurrection part is the part I like and that brings
me joy. It is a mystery how people that are extra special get
stomped on by life sometimes. Save up your treasures in heaven,
as the saying goes. I guess I will go and see the film. Violence
beats me up in movies though. I know, I will close my eyes on
the violent parts. Oh yea, I guess I would pretty much miss the
whole movie if I did. Better not go today though, I feel exhausted.
Could you imagine having to say I did go to see the passion, "Yes,but
I slept through it." Not good, not good.
- March
6th
My sister Maria sent me a little story about a baby being cradled
in God's arms when she was too sensitive to be touched by human
hands. It made me think of that time when Andie was in such horrible
pain at the hospital. They had injected her with some dye that
I had told them she was allergic to and she was smitten by such
pain that she was crying out. She told me she had to go to Jesus
and couldn't bare it anymore. It truly broke my heart to see her
in such pain. And she is so amazing that she was apologizing to
me for the fact that she thought she was going to die and leave
me all alone. We couldn't get the staff to respond and give her
anything for pain, they were heartless and insensitive. The nurse
at Everett General Hospital even asked Andie ( When I was out
of the room) if all that crying really helped. Andie eventually
got quiet and peaceful and said she could see Jesus and he was
holding her in His arms on His lap. She said all the pain went
away and she just felt an incredible warmth. She just wanted to
stay there but she came back for me and for the family. That is
who she is. Her faith is an inspiration to me. I think that experience
puts all the rest of this life in a different perspective. If
we can hold true and just ask and believe God will take care of
us and in the end the hardships of this life won't even be a distant
memory. They will have melted like snow on the surface of the
sun.
- March
5th
It will be a busy weekend with two band shows. Got the news that
Rob will be leaving for Arizona the 1st of April. Easy come, easy
go. It reminds me of the words of Robert Frost: the one thing
I have learned is life goes on. I was also talking to a friend
yesterday about music and dreams. That reminds me of the lyrics
from Derrick Harrison's song, Full Circle. Not all of your dreams
are going to come true. Sometimes I feel like this website is
just a legacy. Though my lovely sister Maria and my friend Dale
remind me that it is a way of staying close from a distance. I
am a writer. My journals would be too long to read if I had more
time because there is so much inside my heart and mind that want
out that I would probably just type all day. All these cares of
our daily lives are just like screens that pop up to block our
view of what really matters in life. God, family, friends and
caring for each other. I have to remind myself not to miss an
opportunity to say I love you. Don't leave someone you care about
wondering if you do. Let them know, while you still can. So love
to you all and God bless.
- March
4th
Spring is starting to tease us. The tulips are sprouting
and the sunshine does a drive by once in a while. Andie is not
feeling well though and that brings a rain cloud into my day.
Life continues, as it has. The question of balance is ever at
hand. Work will dominate if left unchecked. We watched a film
last night and I liked the coming of age speech. Honor, courage
and virtue are all that matter. They make you who you are. And
secondly, true love never dies. I have always believed that to
be true. After this life when all this illusion fades, love will
remain. I love the promise I see in flower stems reaching up from
the earth where they have endured the cold of winter. Now they
can soon display all the beauty that was sleeping inside those
bulbs and brighten our days with a little bit of the many wonders
God created for us. Bring it on.
- March
1 Another month through winter and I am ready for spring.
Flowers are starting to pop up and it is getting a little less
chilling in the mornings. We are into the Lent season. I haven't
really known much about that but we picked up a booklet in Bellingham
at the Vesper service last night and read some very helpful guidelines
in becoming closer to God. It is always that time, to get closer.
These daily cares are so silly in the bigger picture but they
can keep us focused away from the spiritual side of life. I start
thinking that all the things that don't matter do and the things
that should matter don't. One thing we read last night was that
we tell ourselves we aren't good enough or our past failures make
us unworthy to call on the God. Guilt is a subtle thief that becomes
an addiction in itself. Of course we can't be good enough on our
own. That has been my challenge: thinking I will show God how
tall I can stand on my own. Next thing I know I am face down in
the dirt calling for help. Better for me to say here, please take
the wheel make me a taxi for good will. Andie's good heart always
inspires me to keep on trying to walk by faith.
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