Bluey’s Tale – A Story About The Morning Sun
March 14, 2008.
Manila, Philippines.
Incognito performed for one night only at the third annual Philippine International Jazz And Arts Festival.
The third annual Philippine International Jazz And Arts Festival highlighted by the British jazz/funk/soul band known as Incognito.
Read more about my Incognito Acid Jazz Experience here.
A pause in the action
Midway through the show, Bluey took time out to share with the audience a personal story that really moved me.
Here now are his words–put together with the best of my ability.
The Morning Sun
There are some things in this life that we can all share. ‘Coz we have all felt it.
Remember that morning when you woke up and said, “Mom I don’t want to go to school today.” You know there is no problem really. Maybe you had a little falling out with a friend and you don’t want to face them. Or maybe you just don’t feel like doing that particular class you know your doing that day. Or you just don’t feel like going to school. Maybe you want to stay at home and be in that environment.
So, I mean it, happened to me a few times. Mom was always working two…three jobs. Dad was never around. So Granddad was around.
Now I was fortunate. As long as you have somebody who can give you that love, you know. I had my Granddad. It was a very positive force in my life, and I would wake up in the morning and give him the same message.
Bluey: “Granddad, I think I’m very sick today. Very sick today. Can’t go to school.”
Granddad: “Ah, your problems again?”
Bluey: “Yes granddad, my problems again.” (5 year old’s got a lot of problems, you know.)
Big, big problems. Big time. Makes adult problems seem like pale in comparison.
End of the world. can’t go to school.
And Granddad, he had a way about him, he said. “Ah come outside.”
Granddad: “You know, you live in a nice warm country like Philippines, Mauritius, where we come from.”
We would go outside and of course, the warm sun would be against my face.
He said, “how does that feel?”
Bluey: “It feels good granddad”
Granddad: “Face the sun, face the sun”
Granddad: “Close your eyes.”
Bluey: “Ah, that feels good!”
Granddad: “Were are your troubles?” “Where are your troubles?”
And my troubles being my shadows—of course if I am facing the sun—they are behind me.
Bluey: “Granddad behind me.”
And I loved that little play with my granddad each time. Sometimes I would pretend to be sick, just so that he could take me outside and tell me about the morning sun
For the morning sun, we are very fortunate to see—for many do not see the morning sun.
For the morning sun brings with it the hope of a new day—a chance to start anew—no matter what problems we’ve had yesterday, that morning sun means that we’ve got a new beginning.
Embrace it. Rejoice in it. It’s a celebration of life.
My thoughts
The morning sun is truly an inspiring story.
It makes one realize…or at the very least makes them consider that whatever concerns they may be facing at this very moment may not be as devastating as they think.
However, looking past one’s personal problems is never easy. At times, it seems even simpler to wallow in self-pity.
It is a feeling that I strongly, strongly, urge you to fight.
Fight it. Fight because you can always make a difference, not only for yourself, but also in the lives of others.
Everyday there is a new morning sun.
Everyday there is a new chance.
An opportunity to make a new and better you.
So make the most of it.
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