On the Street called Peachtree. My daughter Rebekah and I walked along Peachtree Street in Atlanta last night as we waited for the doors of the Fox Theater to open. It was our Daddy/Daughter Date Night. It is quite amazing who you can see on the Street called Peachtree on theater night, or any night; rich people, poor people, in-between people, people on bicycles, runners, walkers, happy people, homeless people, haggard people, nice people, rude people, all shapes, colors, and sizes of people. An ambrosia of humanity. We stopped to hear an old guy playing his trumpet on the street corner. I tossed a few bucks in his trumpet case and asked him if he knew Tijuana Taxi. He played it with gusto. I joined in playing my walking cane like a guitar. The little man told me that he knew all of Herb Alperts tunes. He said that he had been playing his old trumpet on the streets for 57 years. We bumped fists and then he said it. I really was not surprised after chatting with him and seeing the sparkle in his old eyes. He said God Bless You Sir. And he cranked off another Herb Alpert tune, dancing and smiling as he played. I had been blessed by the whole night, including the few minutes I got to play Tijuana Taxi on my cane with that kind old man. It reminded me again that Jesus loves everyone on the Street called Peachtree, and everyone on your street too. Even you. You are not alone. I will not leave you nor forsake you (Jesus). Do good today.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 12:15:21 +0000
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