There have been moments in my life when I could not understand my Purpose…when life felt meaningless. As a teenager, and even as an adult, times arose when I would question my existence. Life just did not go as I had planned.
Then, one night…when I was on the cusp of 47 and bravely single… I attended a Cancer benefit and ran into a guy whose band had just finished performing there.
He was a person whom I knew from a distance, in my past…the cute older brother of my younger sister’s friend.
(He said to me.
I have never told anyone this…until now
I have this soundboard tape
When my band played a show
at the Dulaney Inn in Towson…
you remember that place?…
I still listen to it all of the time
when I am feeling low…
there is this one part where
We covered the Dead’s Sugaree…
I jammed on the keyboard
You know that keyboard section?….in Sugaree? The one that really gets going?….
Well…I always hit play, rewind, play rewind
on that part of the tape
Cause that night
When I finished jamming
You were in the audience and
You shouted out
Kirk, you are the MAN!
And it has always makes me feel good…still does.)
Now I understand.