One day a man saw a old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job
to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me." He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over
and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger.
Then she remembered Bryan ..
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything.I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard....
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."
I like & listen 2 all sorts of muzic… When a song grabs me… it’s usually playin ova & ova… pumped up 2 the max.
Song playin ~ Solid Rock by Goanna
Out here nothin' changes, not in a hurry anyway
You feel the endlessness with the comin' of the light o' day
We're talkin' about a chosen place
You wouldn't sell it in a marketplace, well
Well just a minute now
Standing on solid rock
Standing on sacred ground
Living o-on borrowed ti-i-i-ime
And the winds of change are blowin' down the line
Right down the line
Round about the dawn o' time, When dreamin' all began
A croud o' people came
Well they were looking for their promised land
Were running from the heart of darkness
Searching for the heart o' light
Well it was their paradise
But they were standin' on - solid rock
Standing o-on sacred grou-ound
Living o-on borrowed ti-i-i-ime
And the winds of change were blowing cold that night
Oh
They were standin' on the shore one day, Saw the white sails in the sun
Wasn't long before they felt the sting, white man, white law, white gun
Don't tell me that it's justified, 'cause somewhere, someone lied
Yeah well someone lied, someone lied, genocide
Well someone lied, oh, ahh
And now you're standing on - solid rock
Standing o-on a sacred grou-ound
Living o-on borrowed ti-i-i-ime
And the winds of change are blowin' down the li-ine
Solid rock, Standing on sacred ground
Living o-on borrowed ti-i-i-ime
And the winds of change are blowing down the line
Solid rock, Standing o-on sacred grou-ound
Living o-on borrowed ti-i-i-ime
And the winds of change are blowing down the line
Oh-oh-oh no, NO-O
Indigenous rock'n'roll pioneer dies
By John Stapleton
June 11, 2007 02:00am
http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,21882975-421,00.html
HUNDREDS of people gathered on Elcho Island off Arnhem Land last night to mark the passing of renowned indigenous musician George Rrurrumbu Burarrawanga, whose Warumpi Band opened the gates for the success of a string of indigenous artists in Australian rock'n'roll.
Rrurrumbu, 50, passed away yesterday morning surrounded by his family and friends in what was described as a "peaceful and graceful" death. He had retreated to his island homeland when he realised in February the diagnosis of bone cancer was terminal.
As the charismatic frontman for the Warumpi Band, he was the first rock 'n' roll performer to sing in indigenous languages and to use clap sticks as a rock instrument.
The band's songs, which received prominence in the 1980s, included My Island Home and Black Fella White Fella.
Out of Jail, released in 1983, was the world's first rock song in an Australian Aboriginal language.
The band went on to produce three albums: Big Name No Blanket in 1985, Go Bush in 1988 and Too Much Humbug in 1996. After the break-up of the band, Rrurrumbu continued a solo career, performing at a number of major music festivals in Australia and Europe. He promoted reconciliation and cross-cultural understanding between black and white Australia.
Family spokeswoman Lisa Watts, speaking from Elcho Island last night, said it was his dying wish to receive a traditional ceremonial Gumatj burial and said he was being greatly honoured by hundreds of clan members from the surrounding tribes.
"He was a man of great strength," Ms Watts said. "He was known as 'the messenger' for his song and dance. He was an ambassador for Australia and for his tribe.
"He was a legend. He was the leader of the indigenous music movement. He transformed it. He brought joy and touched the hearts of the Australian public.
"He was the first man to stand up and do rock 'n' roll with his clap sticks, and to sing songs in his own language and other indigenous languages as well."
Rrurrumbu leaves behind his wife Suzina McDonald and six children - Glenda, Lance, Marion, Loretta, Carlos and Gi Gi.
Needless 2 say I am totally shattered by this news.
Luved the man dearly & had hoped 2 meet him.
Me prayers R with hiz family.......
If anyone desires a wish to come true they must first
capture a butterfly (make sure you don’t hurt it) and whisper that wish to it.
Then release the butterfly and let it fly away
Since a butterfly can make no sound, the butterfly can not reveal
the wish to anyone but the Great Spirit who hears and sees all.
In gratitude for giving the beautiful butterfly its freedom,
the Great Spirit always grants the wish.
So, according to legend, by making a wish and giving the butterfly its freedom the wish will be taken to the heavens and be granted.
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