This song came on my Ipod as I was running on the treadmil. I had heard it many times before, but this time was different.I forgot where I was for a moment. I was no longer jogging in one place, in the sun-room of Sharon's house. I was living those words, every word. On that day, I could not believe that this song existed.
I jumped off the treadmill, and I flew down the windy staircase. I plugged in my Ipod and turned it up.
"Sharon, this song is for us. This was written for us today. This makes so much sense. You have to hear this," I called up to her.
I wiped some sweat from my forehead and swung back up the stairs. Sharon smiled when I told her the name of the song.
"Yeah this is a good one," she smiled, piling blouses in a suitcase.
"Listen, listen," I said pointing down stairs. "This is so powerful."
I heard her laugh from her room as I shouted the words. I danced until the house grew quiet again.
I needed that song.
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