Well Bens birthday came and went but I was too sick and in the hospital to feel much of anything. How's that for a mixed blessing. Yesterday I sang and spoke at a memorial for a man I had never met and only knew from his late night phonecalls. Every time we spoke he was very drunk. I was surprised that I was asked to sing and speak since we had never met. I dont really do funerals or memorials anymore but I felt in my heart I should do this. When it was over the mans daughter came up to me and thanked me for the music and words. She didn't realize how many people cared about her father. I was taken aback by her kindness towards me seeing as I never really knew her father and I have little patience for people when they are intoxicated. I've always been taught that God works in mysterious ways but yesterday was proof enough for me. The words just seemed to roll out of my mouth and all I knew about him is that he liked vintage country music and alcohol. How strange is that? I had a rough night sleeping last night. I felt terrible that I had judged this man on so little knowledge of him. Shame on me.  Another lesson learned.