tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555715.post8775516588036620324..comments2023-02-12T08:40:32.494-08:00Comments on Geoff's Two Bits: Fear No WeevilGeoff Gouldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12361851625830195798noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555715.post-35488854920995829172007-09-02T09:30:00.000-07:002007-09-02T09:30:00.000-07:00Jimmy Buffet:"Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,...Jimmy Buffet:<BR/><BR/>"Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,<BR/>So I can't look back for too long.<BR/>There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,<BR/>And I know that I just can't go wrong."<BR/><BR/>RicAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555715.post-91423456070158075872007-09-02T09:04:00.000-07:002007-09-02T09:04:00.000-07:00This is a wonderful sharing, Geoff! I understand ...This is a wonderful sharing, Geoff! I understand how you feel honored to be able to share your music with the residents at Laguna Honda. Before my husband died, we were part of music group that did a once per month musical service at a Fremont convalescent hospital. We did it for four and a half years, which I'm given to understand is unusual for groups of this type, and that doing it once a month was unusual, too. We also played for our church regularly and many of us were involved in the Cursillo movement, too, providing music for the retreat weekends. In any case, the convalescent hospital was far and away my favorite venue. The leader of the group ran the service, we had a poet who often penned her own verse to share with the residents, we brought treats for them, and played a TON of music. When I started I was pretty shy and stood behind the music stand. As we progressed, I started coming out to the center of the room, serenading the residents in a wonderful, joyful singing, strumming, and clapping extravaganza. The room really got to rockin'! Our kids came frequently and the residents loved that, as you can imagine. Sometimes we would arrive to find a resident not among us, which was always a very sad event. The residents had their families in with them, as well, and the activity room we used became too small quickly.<BR/><BR/>It WAS an honor, but one that ended. Two members of our group moved away, the leader stepped down as leader due to burn-out (people really need to rotate ministries) and nobody stepped up to participate. Scott and I were discussing whether or not to continue, as well, when he suddenly died from a massive heart attack. So our group ended rather abruptly. <BR/><BR/>I often think of the residents and what their reaction must have been. This ministry was the high point of my church experience, and I am very lucky to have been able to participate.<BR/><BR/>Now my path has led me to new adventures. I have retained some friendships from the group, and I carry the experience and love in my heart, hoping that I can find ways to serve in the future that will be equally as meaningful to all concerned.<BR/><BR/>Blessings,<BR/>Mary Bethmacpicthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07438246339262801226noreply@blogger.com