Say you're right baby...

Last weekend I had some of those I refer as the down trodden, the coat tuggers, the naysayers try and break my spirit once and for all. I went to the desert and got lost, I knew I had to find a way.

It couldn’t end like this.

On Wednesday, I was standing in front of the mirror and found that cracks were appearing in my previously chiseled torso.

I called on everything I had ever leaned on in adversity before but even as I was running my hands through my hair just as I had done so many times before I noticed a solitary tear fall to the floor. Heaven wasn’t too far away…

After hearing of the passing of Richie, just a man with a man’s courage. I concluded that I couldn’t walk away, you guys need me and I need you. I slept fitfully and had the strangest dreams of voices calling me in the night, I looked and around no one was in sight, I was falling and I kept on falling.

I was on the edge of time when I awoke bathed in sweat and naked, when a vision appeared, it may have been Glenn Twiddle but I couldn’t be sure. The vision spoke to me and he said

” Carry on my wayward son

There’ll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don’t you cry no more”

To the down trodden, steel up.

Finally, Thank you to those who believe in me, I believe in me and here we are today.

HDG