Time Out! Too Much Fun (con't) and Nettie's Song
Hopefully you are here because you followed a link from http://blog.davidwebster.me that brought you here. The conclusion to Nettie's song is quickly forthcoming, but first . . .
"Time Out!"
Since I made the decision to stop playing money games and find something meaningful to do with my life I started having more fun than I ever dreamed.
Too much fun. What began as my little story telling blog turned into an e-zine which you are at now (although this page is hidden room the rest of the world unless you were directed here)
On December 26 over 20 websites are being launched as part of a public service network called YoDadd.tv which will allow everyone to index and broadcast work on demand for free. Sermons, speeches, lectures, virtially any non-commercial video can be broadcast on demand without commercial interference on screen or off and without length limitation (within reason) at domains like: {groupname} .myyouthgroup.info {teachername}.mylectures.info {ministername}..mysermons.info
What is going to happen on December 26 is not the point here. What is the point is in putting this together I have totally exhausted myself and it never seems to stop . . and it is only because of me. I never know when to stop having fun.
I am not sure which one of us is going to break down first . . . me or defacto standard . . . but Buzzy Green's comment to a recent blog post really helped me see I has let "Too Much Fun
take off again like a wild fire and when he said there was "magic' in my words I felt really humble.In my sophmore year Elizabeth Hurley taught me to use "we" as often as possible to include others and use me or I as little as possible to take "me" out of the picture.
Over the next few days I am restructuring things and putting davidwebster.me back on top of my prioritirs where it belongs. I will be moving a lot of content out of the blog you are used to seeing with the old Chevy at the top. The stories will kept, but the reality is it is not an acceptable place technically to communicate from. Example: I could not even embed the following mp3.
Now for the conclusion of "Nettie's Song"
Cindy looked at me and said " When you first posted the story on Rickey Marson I posted a comment, but after a few minutes I deleted it."
"Of course I knew that," I replied. "I am notified of all comments and didn't see any particular reason why you took it down. It puzzled me and is one of the reason's I am here. I wanted to ask you why you removed your comment"
"I knew Rickey very well," she related. "It broke my heart when he was killed. He is one of the main reasons I became so opposed to war. After he was laid to rest I wrote a song for his mother. One day I was able to stand before her and play my guitar. I watched the tears flow from her eyes as I sang. We grieved together."
In 2006 Cindy rewrote the third verse to "Song for Rickey's Mom" and simply named it "Nettie"
It has taken me two month's to get Cindy to agree to let me put together a video track for this and release is over the internet as a strictly non-comercial tribute to Marine Rickey Marson, his mother and all mother's who have lost children in war. I will write more on this soon.
I think it will be become viral and be viewed by millions. "OK" Cindy finally gave in. "If only one mother can keep her child from going away."
"Nettie" Copyright 2006-2009 Cindy Symington
