My best friend died. She left me her guitar. I went to the lake to be alone to grieve. I met this old bum living on the lake in a tent. He was dying of alcoholism and looked very scarey. Still, I saw somthing in his eyes and I knew I had to help him. I found out he used to be in a band and he had pawned his guitar. I had my friends guitar in my car and I handed it to him and asked him to play. To my overwhelming surprise, his cracked dirty fingers rolled over the strings playing the most beautiful music I had ever heard, accompanied by the voice of an angel, totally on key. Tears uncontrolably rolled down my face. It took all my efforts, but I got him into a half-way house. After staying drunk for fourty years, he's now been sober going on five years, and he plays for free at charity events. 'And of course all my partys'. He's one of my best friends, now. Alot like the friend I had lost. My question is,"Was this fate?" Or is there another name for the series of events that took place"?
2006-12-06
19:11:06
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