Lately I have been reminiscing a lot about the Pink Floyd reunion at Live8 on July 2nd, 2005. I don't really have the words to articulate the full meaning of this event to my life. I find it remarkable that this happened after I had completely given up hope that this would ever happen. The same thing happened after my mother died. We had made an agreement ahead of time (we knew well in advance that she was going to die from non-Hodgkins lymphoma) that she would come to me in a dream if it were at all possible, and that she would tell me I was right in everything I had come to believe about what happens after we die, through my reading of near-death experiences. Well she waited (I forget now) either three or six months to actually make this visit to me, and it was definitely after I had given up all hope of it ever happening.
When I met Steven Tyler the first time, he showed up to the charity event moments after I had given up all hope that it was ever going to happen.
In a way it makes me want to give up all hope that I will ever win the lottery! Why do I get the feeling if I did that, I would win?!?
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