Kind of sitting here bored, after 11 days of not knowing what time it was, what day it was, what month it was, let alone who was playing football on TV that night, or what the Vice-Presidential debate results were. I figured I would share this story.
I know a lot of people don’t live in the United States and may not have heard of hurricane Helene, since it doesn’t seem to get much coverage, or care, on the news anymore; but recently my area of Western NC, in the US, was hit with a natural disaster. 300 miles inland from the coast, where we have never before even blinked at a hurricane headed towards the United States.
I woke up Thursday morning to major roads I travel daily being completely under water, roads we would take, to look at the wonderful views, destroyed overnight. Family members homes washed away, family friends no longer living on this earth, and a road I had traveled just the night before, having nothing but destruction left in its path.
After it is all said and done the countless lives lost will be unthinkable. The last 11 days I have not had a chance to even look at my guitar, let alone play it. Last night I picked it up and a few songs I had been learning, I gave them a try. I modified country roads take me home, from West Virginia to North Carolina. I did a rendition of stand by me, as that is all this community in my small little area, has done, in the wake of such a disaster. I finally played Amazing Grace and Save me and the tears flowed like I haven’t done my entire life.
Through all the pain, the heartache and the fact that I hadn’t picked the guitar up once in a single day, I couldn’t help but play it like I had never played it before. Military helicopters flying overhead and the sound of chainsaws filled my ears as I ran that pick over those recently dusted strings from lack of playing. Maybe this isn’t the place for this and I am sorry if it hits a little heavy, but I just wanted to share a little story of how music can impact our lives. It gave me an out and escape, if only for a little while, from the horrors that surround my little community.
I am grateful Justin gave me the ability to let my feelings go into a song. From a G chord to a C chord, to a D chord, to an A chord, I was able to finally get a little release from the pain that fills my heart. Through all the sorrow, there is always a light. Thank you, Justin, for giving a survivor a chance to express through music, what the soul is going through.