With Your Arms Out Stretched Trying To Take Flight
May 19th, 2008I know it’s not Thursday, but I want to share a little music with you anyway. I’m not really sure why but this song has been playing for the past week on my desktop computer in my bedroom. No matter what I try, I can’t seem to escape it. It was stuck in my head last week as I fought the good fight with days where nothing seems to go right. I caught myself was humming it during our community pancake breakfast and summer bbq on Saturday, and it was the singular soundtrack to one of the hardest and strangest things I’ve ever been asked to do.
Late last night, a college friend and husband of one of my best friends called with a request I couldn’t say no to. His brother had been found earlier in the day after purposefully swallowing a bottle of pills and was being held at Flagstaff Medical Center for observation. They had just heard the news and being so far away with a little one asked if I would put together a care package for him from them and deliver it to the hospital during the day today. Unwilling or able to face such a task alone, I brought two of my student workers with me to Target to search for the necessary ingredients to fulfill their favor. I had no idea what I was doing as I tossed chips, Gatorade, puzzle books, candy, and other ‘pick-me-ups’ into the cart. I just hoped each item would do him more good than harm. All the while, this song looped over and over again in my head. “Like brothers on a hotel bed.. Like brothers on a hotel bed… Like brothers on a hotel bed…”
So tonight I’m passing this song on to you. Take a listen to both the haunting lyrics and melody that have soothed this weary traveler for the last week. Then do what I couldn’t do and walk away.
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
Music is my life. Everything can be expressed, handled or just felt more deeply with the right chord or phrase. I have been blessed with some amazing friends and am still at that point where my life is an open book. If you’d like, stick around for a bit and help me write a few chapters…