There is a box my mother saved after my father died filled with his things, so today I was looking and having myself a good cry when I came upon this touching letter:
Dear Mr. Joe,
Have you ever noticed how things happen to you when you least expect them?
Several weeks ago there were some matters, which crept into my mind and heart troubling me, and they seemed to grow and grow. We all have these days when we can't sort things out well. The molehills began to be mountains and they were consuming me. I decided to get out and walk which always helps to put things into perspective and rest my mind so I can think.
The day was an unusually pretty one, but those thoughts were still in the back of my mind...popping in and out. I turned up Line Street and traveled my usual route. Then "out of the blue" the most wonderful sound of lively banjo music filled the air. A huge smile spread across my face and I wanted to sit on the steps and soak it all up. I slowed but continued to move on down the street. The music followed me several blocks until it was gone. Gone from my ears. But not my heart. It smiled too!
I was amazed how much lighter my step was on the way home. Things as always, took care of themselves and those mountains are now a thing of the past I don't even remember what they were today, but I do remember the music that lifted my spirits. Not only that day but even today. I smile when I think of that music floating down the street.
I just wanted to say THANK YOU for something you didn't even know you had done for me when God sent me down your street that day. I hope your windows will be open again when I travel that way and you will bless me again with your "HAPPY" music.
Thank you again,
There is a magnificent power in letting others know when you like something. Even this letter has blessed me and reminds me how we are all touching one another, many times without realizing it and of the healing qualities of happy music.