Keith

I lay on my bunk bed in 1977, freshman year first semester, it was late at night and I felt very alone, lost, confused, fearful. I thought that I knew what I wanted from my education, how I wanted my life to proceed, the achievements that were to be mine to enjoy following the path I set for myself. I had been so certain. All of this was gone now. I didn’t know anything. I was floating through my classes rudderless and blank, no ambition to complete any of my well-laid plans. My roommate had put an album on the turntable. The soft clear music wafted out into the dark room. It was the opening bars of “Shine on you crazy diamond”, that four note guitar intro with celestial echo,
It was revelatory, simple, inspired, and it marked the beginning of the healing I needed.