Grace and Good Fortune could possibly be my epitaph. Most of my trouble has been of my own making. It’s kind of startling when I realize how many of the gifts and blessings in my life have come to me with little or no effort on my part.
For my additions on this, I think I initially mentioned to Mac that I was going for somewhere between Saving Private Ryan and David Bowie. I guess I’ll stick with that; not sure if I hit the mark but what a beautiful song Mac wrote.
By grace and good fortune
Here go I
I’ve done nothing to earn today
You could tell by the tear in my dear Mother’s eye
It could’a gone either way
Why do some of us flounder and some of us float?
Some guys just can’t catch a break
Some men are captains
And some build the boat
And others get lost in her wake
Now the angels watching over you
They will find you where you fall
But as long as you’re tryin’
They gotta keep flyin’
There’s gotta be fifty good reasons
That you should be gone
And fifty times more for me
Ain’t it funny how reason
Just gets in the way
Of believing the things You can’t see
You never cursed the church when it let you down
You were broken and where were they then?
When you carried their cross and you kissed their crown
And you prayed to their holy men
Now the angels Watching over you
They must cry themselves to sleep
But as long as they’re flyin’
You gotta keep tryin’