“Son, you can quit piano lessons if you choose another instrument.”
My dad may have regretted or relished those words when I practiced 7 hours a day or when I got “Best in State” for drumming and then a full-ride scholarship to college to beat the skins.
My dad had his birthday a few days ago. So, if you will please indulge me, allow me to please share one of the kind messages I’ve received lately. This one, in particular, mentions my dad. This is the same dad who supported my drumming, forgave me for breaking into his truck and stealing his wallet, taught me “Wise Love” and ultimately played a key role in getting me off drugs.
I’m not on here for accolades or props, but I do need constant reminders of why I do what I do.
Today’s reminder comes from my adoptive “Mom” — Amy.
Amy has been with me since the start. She doesn’t always agree with me. But I do ALWAYS value her opinion.
Please don’t let this insinuate that the HUNDREDS of other emails and comments I’ve gotten are any less meaningful. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all of you. But, I felt strongly I needed to share this because I love the way Amy words things and Dr. Workman doesn’t have enough time to read through everything I write…
Love you, Mom.