Sometime around my birthday I got a call from a paint customer that I haven't talked to in months.
I was bummed out that I'm on the back 9 of life , and I have a slip and fall on the ice and had a nasty knot on my head.
Music man asked me to say some prayers for his mom and did a real good job of cheering me up. He's a real interesting guy. African-American with big dreadlocks , dresses like a prince, and performed in singing groups in Gary Indiana. Mid-60s but he could pass for his 40s. Wise soul.
I told the story to my mom and she sent me this