Photo by Marcus VegasWhen you’re working, going to school, retiring, living life, Monday seems to be the start of a new week. That usually means on Sunday evening, I’m taking stock of what happened the previous week.
The most interesting thing was going to a speech pathologist. She was going to help my talk clearly and correctly since my jaw surgery.
We went over basic words, sentences, and other sounds. Perhaps an elementary school flashback, if you will.
But before doing all that, she asked what I did for a living and what I dreamed about doing.
I told her I was a civil engineer working for the City of LA for five years and counting.
But I dreamed of writing Christian songs, recording them, and leading people across the country/earth to worship God.
She sat a little higher, eyes widened, and said it was a great goal. Then she asked me to sing something. Gulp.
It’s early in the morning and I’m not even warmed up. She gently said just try.
So with effort, I sang a verse from another artist’s song that I’m learning vocals. Not a full sound, but something.
She listened intently and afterward gave her thoughts on what speech sounds I can be improve upon. Then this:
You have a beautiful voice. Yeah, and I mean you’re just bustin’ it out right now too. Pretty amazing.
Cue in big explosion.
Something falling from the sky.
World turned upside-down.
That’s crazy, ’cause I never saw it that way. I thought it was just OK, like most of other things I do in life.
And someone else saw my world and said I was wrong.
In some way, everyone has dreams they’re trying to achieve.
Sometimes it doesn’t matter if they will come true or not.
Because each of us can either be a torch or sinkhole on a stranger’s road in life.
I can say that I found a torch that Wednesday morning.
And I’m walking down this path with my head a little higher.
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