I should have told you the story about
the drum. It started out when we had something to celebrate I would post asking everyone if they could hear that noise....It was the sound of my drum being drug out of the closet to celebrate someones good news. People that lived near or were very close to one of the girls that had something done, would post for me to polish my drum and get ready to celebrate. Then it progressed, when we started with a bus and the next thing you know we had a kazoo and tamborine and so on until we had a full band. No one actually had these instruments. Everyone picked an instrument and we did our fantacy parade down the halls of the hospital to make our ladies smile. There is nothing like knowing you are not alone and people care and throw a smile in with silly stuff and its one of the best medicines in the world. Disaster struck when we went to LV for a meeting( a real one) real instruments were given out and I was actually given a drum to play. I have to tell you my imagination can run amuck but not enough to enable me to actually play my drum. Believe me, my drum playing could be called a lot of things but theraputic healing is not on the name calling list. LOL I still have my drum and if I need a smile I look at it and think how thoughtful it was and its a gift I will never forget. The magic of smiles are they do go around and come back and put themselves on your face. Some people think we are silly, and frankly after what most of us have been through, not many of us worry about
that. The wonderful thing about
posts are you do not have to read them. So if we get silly and one person smiles, it was worth the effort. Hope I have caught you up on all of our smiley antics.
How wonderful it would be to see Angels where there are only clouds. How sad it would be to see clouds where there are Angels.