7/9/10

This morning I was ordering coffee. We get our coffee from " Porto Rico Coffee " from New York City--great coffee at a great price. The guy who usually helps me is a Scot with strong feelings about his traditions. He and I have talked. He's a singer/actor and travels with a show that he's created from the spirit and the words of Robert Burns.

I write lyrics for praise songs. I had this idea that he might add one of my songs to his show. I sent off my CD and heard nothing. And more nothing. So I got it that he didn't like my CD, and I was disappointed. When next I ordered coffee, I asked him. He did like my songs, a lot, but they wouldn't fit in with the theme of his show. So. . . . moving on.

He asked me if I could help him get a concert out here. Even a small one at a festival. I didn't feel motivated to help. I have connections but . . . .

Back to this morning. I ordered coffee and scottish accent answered. Rain works for I.U. She might be able to help him. So . . . I gave him her business e-address. He was so happy. It made his day--just the chance. And I felt . . . happy too.