One of the reasons I started the blog was to let people know that the people living next door to you weren't always what they seem.
In my case - it was the gun collector. In reality a fairly normal kind of guy, which isn't always they way it comes across in the news.
In Midlothian, in the United Kingdom, that person is a songbird.
1SG Keith signs off his emails with this tagline:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take. It's measured by the moments that take your breath away.
Some moments are moments of transcendence. The moment you realize the love of your life returns that emotion, the birth of a child, the smile of the grandchild, the purr of a cat who knows you are in pain, the paw of the dog sitting next to you on the little hill, as she leans in close.
And, every now and then, Simon Cowell isn't an ass.
Thank you Susan Boyles, of Midlothian, England - for that moment. And make no mistake - it was your moment. Even if nothing else comes your way - you had this. And shared it with us.
H/t to Boquisucio for finding a link I could actually watch over my connection.
In my case - it was the gun collector. In reality a fairly normal kind of guy, which isn't always they way it comes across in the news.
In Midlothian, in the United Kingdom, that person is a songbird.
1SG Keith signs off his emails with this tagline:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take. It's measured by the moments that take your breath away.
Some moments are moments of transcendence. The moment you realize the love of your life returns that emotion, the birth of a child, the smile of the grandchild, the purr of a cat who knows you are in pain, the paw of the dog sitting next to you on the little hill, as she leans in close.
And, every now and then, Simon Cowell isn't an ass.
Thank you Susan Boyles, of Midlothian, England - for that moment. And make no mistake - it was your moment. Even if nothing else comes your way - you had this. And shared it with us.
H/t to Boquisucio for finding a link I could actually watch over my connection.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life woth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted.
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame.
And still
I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather...
I had a dream my life would be
So different form this hell I'm living
so different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.
Btw, there's a higher-quality recording here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Il5TBgD9kHI
Thank you, Susan Boyle, for reminding us all.
I would love to give her a big hug.
Too many people judge a gift by the wrappings, the box it comes in, the hallmark on the bottom or the label on the case. . It's not how it's wrapped, how it's packedm or who made it. It's what's inside that counts, how it makes you feel, and that was a truly wonderful gift.
Thank you, indeed, Miss Susan.
Thank you indeed, Miss Susan!!!
Argent, my thoughts exactly. IMHO, it demonstrated the myth of the alleged "tolerance" and "sophistication" level of our European cousins.
You do *not* want to walk behind this guy if he's wearing a pink turtleneck.
Which he used to do, until I abused him out of it.
I saw that and it thrilled me to sit and listen to her. I was sort of hoping for a shot of the heavily made up girl who was rolling her eyes...after the makeup had run off because of the tears.
I saw it day before yesterday. I was struggling with a math paper (defend yourself in solving a problem you have never done before with methods you taught yourself from the text) and it hit me at the right time. Her performance, her confidence and her graciousness in her victory are unforgettable. Thank you, Susan. There IS more to you and the best is yet to be.