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Originally posted by sanny:
Wow what an amazing number of stories... Its wonderful to see how music can effect us all...

I would have to say for me it is Ordinary Day, Especially last year. I was having such a rough time with everything. My depression was returning, don't know why... But everyday I would listen to that song on my way to work and everything would be okay. I am no longer taking any medication to aid in my depression... I am sleeping well, I continue to listen to Ordinary Day once per day.

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Originally posted by andi:
( this is going to be long folks....sorry to the oldbies who have heard this before)

Own True Way,

I heard it the first time at a really low point in my life. I had literally had every vestage of trust ripped away from me...from every corner, Myparents disinherited me( because "it's better if family things stay in the family" was their excuse), I had house "guests" steall from me and I was being mocked for everything that gave life joy for me.
Some of the oldbies might remember some of the live chats from another GBS board...and that everynight I would be doing something crafty...well everynight someone made a crack ( and usuallly the same two or three folks), I got it at home for being crafty too, "It's stupid" don't ya know? At work I was ridiculed for it and from friends that I had quite literally risked my life with and for where mocking me for it.
Well, at one point I had had enough and stuffed all my craft supplies into garbage bags and Stuffed all of them in the pantry to await garbage day. I had already packed because the next day Sandy ( a friend from ohio) and I were going to the Rochester show and I left the little embroidery kit in my backpack. Too much effort to unpack just to get it.
Sandy and I got their really early and sat around and talked...she knew I was pissed about something but knew enough not to ask. About Half way through the show they introduced a new song....and bang, it hit me square in the teeth. I don't have words for how hard, except to say, it shook me to the core of my soul.
I held it together through the rest of the show and til I got on to the bus and lost it. I cried for the better part of the ride to NYC where I was meeting Anne for the first time.
I don't hink she noticed then how upset I was, but she left me in her hotel room to sleep as she went to her teachig confrence.
A few short hours later Mr BJ Mose and Karen, her daughter met me at the hotel and we got Anne and headed to the Long Islan Maritime Museum....After much craziness on the parts of me and Karen ( "are we there Yet?", "I'm not touching you!") I actually reached into my bag and pulled out my craft stuff...something that I would have given up if it were not for that one song, and something that is so essentially me that my nephew has never seen me without something, in my purse, my pocket, my fiddlecase, and he's 23!
I still like the first version I heard of that song the best, no drums, just the b'ys and their love of the music and of beign who they are.