PERCUSSION or CONCUSSION? PER the CUSSIN”?

“PERCUSSION or CONCUSSION? PER the CUSSIN”? What? Jus’ tryin’ to drum up some votes for our Christmas song all month by linking them with stories! So, today’s theme is drums, getting beat up by life, and hope. First, I am so grateful and touched by all you guys who have joined and have been “stick”ing with us for the whole contest. Or, even part of it. Means a lot to just have you listen. That’s what it’s all about. We all get beat up in life. Whether it’s our own doing or at the hands of someone else or just life. And, you can tell “per the cussin” and how we reacted that we’ve had a major concussion of life and our percussion section has been using too many sticks and mallets and aren’t quite together on that rhythm. And, when that happens, feeling beat up, instead of feeling the natural rhythm and beat of life, we feel trapped. Or in a snare! And, we need a cymbal of hope. Someone who hears us and dances to our drum beat and yells out “stick with it dufus. I love you.” See, I was thinking this morning after I got up… I have 2 choices. I can give up or get up. Well, a 3rd choice: I can sit and think about which to do for awhile and rest. PIMP LOL. Nah! When we feel beat up, like life is giving us a percussion of concussion and and it’s evident per the cussin’…well, that’s when we GET UP and beat the drum. And, dance. And, sing. But, get up!!! We all have sufferings and we all have joys. I have decided to treat my little joys as big, and my big sufferings as little. I know… I have a permanent concussion. I choose today to not be so upset that two of my teeth hurt so bad and breaking up even after all the time and money I spent on them myself in my 20’s. See, when I got very sick, it affected all my organs and even my teeth. I guess you could say that my teeth are doing a "break" dance to the drum beat of life. PIMP LOL. So, my teeth and finances will be the small suffering and being alive with hope will be my big joy! So, today, I will be glad. Not fakey glad. Hopeful glad. Because, I know that no matter what…whatever we are faced with, we all gotta stick with it to get to the last drum roll… Without the cussin. PIMP LOL. My biggest cymbal of hope is God. He keeps me from crashing. Have a fun week. If you have time, come by this link at the end and vote for us every 24 hours and get a free download of the song. Thanks for all the cymbals of hope you guys have been and remain. Okay, it’s time for a drum solo to get you up and jammin’ today. Insert drum solo here…. Oh! One more funny thing I thought of? How do you know a happy drummer? You will no them per-their-cussin'? Oh! And, sorry I got a little long-winded today. Guess I should have used woodwinds as the theme. Wood-a been a winder, too. PIMP LOL. So, stick with it! Be a cymbal of hope... Amongst the crashes. A fire amongst the ashes... Thanks for reading my story. Real life, of course. Somewhere off the "beat"-en path. Trace