Jesse Christmas Recital
Jesse played twice at a church in Georgetown. Merry Christmas.
We’re Just Growing Old.
Shortly after my friend Mike Hammond died in 2015, I wrote this song. Once I stop working, I want to properly record the song, but here are my lyrics. The image in my head is that we are growing old together, and yes, then we die individually.
Running down the ragged road of life
No time to think of where it goes
I got some money in the bank.
What it all means, nobody knows.
No time to think of where it goes
I got some money in the bank.
What it all means, nobody knows.
No one knows how this life works
No secrets to be told
Let’s keep on praying and saying
We’re just growing old
Together
We’ll keep on playing
Booze has taken some friends of mine
I guess that death is part of it all
Are there lessons to be learned?
Or memories we can’t recall?
Every year, the seasons change
Summers heat to winters cold
Ain’t no reason to complain
We’re just growing old
Together
We’ll keep on playing
Darling, put your hands in mine
And look up to the sky
Everything will be just fine
For you and I.
We’ll keep on playing.
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Steve Jobs’s Last Words
In our crazy American society, we measure people by money. Rich people supposedly are smarter, live better happier lives, and role models for the rest of us. I have never believed this mantra. Although Jobs, perhaps one of the nation’s most successful, wealthiest businessman, wanted us to know his apathy towards his own wealth on his death bed. It is not the money, but the people you meet along the way and how we treat them.
I have reached the pinnacle of success in business. In other people’s eyes my life is a success.
However, aside from work, I’ve had little joy.
At the end of the day, wealth is just a fact I’ve gotten used to.
Right now, lying on my hospital bed, reminiscing all my life, I realize that all the recognition and wealth I took so much pride in, has faded and become meaningless in the face of imminent death.
You can hire someone to drive your car or make money for you, but you can’t hire someone to stand sick and die for you.
Material things lost can be found again. But there is one thing that can never be found when it is lost: Life.
Whatever stage of life we are currently at, in time we will face the day the curtain closes.
Love your family, spouse, children and friends… Treat them right .
Cherish them.
As we get older, and wiser, we slowly realize that wearing a $300 or $30 watch both give the same time
Whether we have a $300 or $30 wallet or purse, the amount inside is the same.
Whether we drive a $150,000 car or a $30,000 car, the road and the distance are the same, and we reach the same destination.
Whether we drink a $1000 or $10 bottle of wine, the hangover is the same.
Whether the house in which we live is 100 or 1000 square meters, loneliness is the same.
You will realize that your true inner happiness does not come from material things of this world.
Whether you travel first class or economy class, if the plane crashes, you go down with it…
Therefore, I hope you realize, when you have friends, brothers and sisters, with whom you discuss, laugh, talk, sing, talk about north-south-east or heaven and earth,… this is the real happiness!!
An indisputable fact of life:
Don’t raise your children to be rich.
Educate them to be happy.
When they grow up, they will know the value of things and not the price.
However, aside from work, I’ve had little joy.
At the end of the day, wealth is just a fact I’ve gotten used to.
Right now, lying on my hospital bed, reminiscing all my life, I realize that all the recognition and wealth I took so much pride in, has faded and become meaningless in the face of imminent death.
You can hire someone to drive your car or make money for you, but you can’t hire someone to stand sick and die for you.
Material things lost can be found again. But there is one thing that can never be found when it is lost: Life.
Whatever stage of life we are currently at, in time we will face the day the curtain closes.
Love your family, spouse, children and friends… Treat them right .
Cherish them.
As we get older, and wiser, we slowly realize that wearing a $300 or $30 watch both give the same time
Whether we have a $300 or $30 wallet or purse, the amount inside is the same.
Whether we drive a $150,000 car or a $30,000 car, the road and the distance are the same, and we reach the same destination.
Whether we drink a $1000 or $10 bottle of wine, the hangover is the same.
Whether the house in which we live is 100 or 1000 square meters, loneliness is the same.
You will realize that your true inner happiness does not come from material things of this world.
Whether you travel first class or economy class, if the plane crashes, you go down with it…
Therefore, I hope you realize, when you have friends, brothers and sisters, with whom you discuss, laugh, talk, sing, talk about north-south-east or heaven and earth,… this is the real happiness!!
An indisputable fact of life:
Don’t raise your children to be rich.
Educate them to be happy.
When they grow up, they will know the value of things and not the price.
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Ave Maria
I am very proud of my first cousin, Nancy, who has played music her adult life as the first violin at the Metropolitan Opera. She visited us and to encourage Jesse to keep playing cello, she sat down and played Ave Maria with him.
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I don’t want to die in a hospital room
In October 2023, I had a stroke. I was trapped in a hospital room for days with nothing to do. I had lost my freedom because of my health. I am 100% recovered. Thank God and I had a realization. You cannot choose when you die nor how, but you can choose where you will die. This poem popped in my head. One year later, it is still in my head.
They can’t tell you when but it might be soon.
I don’t want to die in a hospital room.
Mister take these chains off of me
I want to stand up and be free.
Stroke Stroke Stroke calling my name
Stroke Stroke Stroke will I ever be the same?
I don’t want to die in a hospital room.
Mister take these chains off of me
I want to stand up and be free.
Stroke Stroke Stroke calling my name
Stroke Stroke Stroke will I ever be the same?
The doctor’s smile seemed somewhat smug
I don’t want any creepy drugs
That spike protein is clogging up my veins
A little lump lodged in my brain
I got a
Stroke Stroke Stroke calling my name
Stroke Stroke Stroke will I ever be the same?
A bad vaccine was quite the surprise
I don’t want to hear any more lies
Keep on keeping on I must
Only got God left to trust
Stroke stroke stroke calling my name
Stroke stroke stroke will I ever be the same?
There’s the smell of death and a hint of doom
I don’t want to die in a hospital room.
Mister let me sign that AMA
I want to go outside and enjoy this day.
Stroke stroke stroke calling my name
Stroke stroke stroke will I ever be the same?