I kind of like the saying "what you do to my friend, you do to all of us." Not much more I can say about that, but the bond of friendship is tested and challenged, of course, but to survive and succeed you always support and "watch their back." That is what friends do. You don't offer criticism or "I told you so," you lend comfort and there for whatever that friend needs. I would want the same. Life is a bumpy road but it's good to know that you've got friends to catch you if you fall and fix your disheveled clothes to get back on that road.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
"Not For The Life Of Me" (THOROUGHLY MODERN MILLIE)
Today was the first official day of spending time out at the courts in Central Park (played around there briefly after last Sunday's final open play of the season). I was out there about six hours and the weather was gorgeous. I started playing but I was just utterly awful on the court so instead of adding my "badness" to any team I just stood on the side and became scorekeeper for the second court. I was not acting as a referee or anything because on those courts people expect you to call your own team's faults. There was a lot of good plays to watch and the competition for the most part evenly matched.
As the sun moved away and the air got a little briskier, we walked out of the park. But I started to get dizzy so I took some time on a park bench to rest. As I sat on that bench, it felt as if I was alone in the park with the beauty of a nearby tree with white flowers, no idea what kind they were, but it was such an eerie moment. Totally scared me, was I losing it? After a few minutes more rest, I felt a little better and continued out of the park. I was haunted by the beauty of a tree in a naturalistic setting of peace and simplicity. I was reminded, for some strange reason, of my dreams--the dream of Broadway shows I had when I was in Texas, how I just wanted to go to them at anytime when I felt down. From the first listen to the heavy percussive beats imitating a helicopter on MISS SAIGON's cast recording in March 1992 in my parent's suburban (I can tell you what store and street we were on when that happened). The music's power was gripping and still gets me choked up to this day. I dreamed about seeing that show on Broadway some day and that dream came true in April 1997 when I was sitting in a front row center orchestra seat to see the original star, Lea Salonga, another dream. Since that time, I've always prayed to God to thank Him for making these dreams come true and for also the opportunities. I work in the Broadway industry and yet some days I still feel like that is not true, a reality unknown to me, things like this don't happen to people like me. Many obstacles were overcome and the struggle still continues. But I'm thankful for what He has given me and as I sit in a theatre, the light dim and quiet, I say a prayer to offer my thanks and sometimes a tear falls because I can't believe it's happening sometimes. The day was so beautiful that after my time in the park I ventured back downtown to the Theatre District and grabbed a ticket to a show--these are the kinds of opportunites that I'm thankful for, being able to see a show (funds willing) if I feel like it. And again in the theatre, I did my ritual and cried.
I got home after the show and caught the NCAA men's volleyball national championship and watch UC-Irvine take the crown for the first time. Awesome!
As the sun moved away and the air got a little briskier, we walked out of the park. But I started to get dizzy so I took some time on a park bench to rest. As I sat on that bench, it felt as if I was alone in the park with the beauty of a nearby tree with white flowers, no idea what kind they were, but it was such an eerie moment. Totally scared me, was I losing it? After a few minutes more rest, I felt a little better and continued out of the park. I was haunted by the beauty of a tree in a naturalistic setting of peace and simplicity. I was reminded, for some strange reason, of my dreams--the dream of Broadway shows I had when I was in Texas, how I just wanted to go to them at anytime when I felt down. From the first listen to the heavy percussive beats imitating a helicopter on MISS SAIGON's cast recording in March 1992 in my parent's suburban (I can tell you what store and street we were on when that happened). The music's power was gripping and still gets me choked up to this day. I dreamed about seeing that show on Broadway some day and that dream came true in April 1997 when I was sitting in a front row center orchestra seat to see the original star, Lea Salonga, another dream. Since that time, I've always prayed to God to thank Him for making these dreams come true and for also the opportunities. I work in the Broadway industry and yet some days I still feel like that is not true, a reality unknown to me, things like this don't happen to people like me. Many obstacles were overcome and the struggle still continues. But I'm thankful for what He has given me and as I sit in a theatre, the light dim and quiet, I say a prayer to offer my thanks and sometimes a tear falls because I can't believe it's happening sometimes. The day was so beautiful that after my time in the park I ventured back downtown to the Theatre District and grabbed a ticket to a show--these are the kinds of opportunites that I'm thankful for, being able to see a show (funds willing) if I feel like it. And again in the theatre, I did my ritual and cried.
I got home after the show and caught the NCAA men's volleyball national championship and watch UC-Irvine take the crown for the first time. Awesome!
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