- Sep 20, 2007
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Almost 50 yrs. ago when I was 9, or 10, my mom used to take my sister, brother and I to a small theater in a barn. One that you see in the Midwest. One of those all wood, big ol’ red barn. My mom would take us on Saturday nights to see a C&W band because my uncle played steel guitar. I didn’t care for the music, but I appreciated seeing him play steel guitar. Every once in while the band would have a special guest. I don’t remember the man’s name, but I do remember that he had no arms and could play with his feet better than my uncle. What I took from watching that man is, there are a lot of people that have it worse than I do. That man’s perseverance has stuck with me.