Glory Hallelujah Gonna Lay my Burdens Down
I turned in my last deep revision of ‘The Mandolin Case’ to my editor, Jenny Lynn. This was the same night I was getting shed of a kidney stone. “Glory glory Hallelujah, I’ve laid my burdens down.”
I was humbled by the fact that Ms. Sharon, a young lady all the way over in Australia, understood ‘The Mandolin Case’ was more than just a book or a project, but like a kidney stone was something I had to get out of me. Women are so intuitive. She picked up on it right away. It’s like the English Professor’s wife said, “when a man writes like that there is a reason.”
I have been blessed all my life, but I have seen a lot of wrong. Somehow I’ve avoided trouble all these years. There were rough spots along the way, though. To me medicine is all about praying you can help a few sick folks. I am sad to report to you to some it is about power and money and greed, and the story is not always pretty.
‘The Mandolin Case’ is about some Docs I knew who did their best to live right. It wasn’t easy. They became involved in a very ugly and complicated human confrontation. The docs were able to reach the far shore and lay their burdens down. They were able to do so and not compromise their dignity or integrity. They were careful to protect the privacy of people involved, even the guilty ones who did not deserve that discretion or earn the privilege to be treated with respect. I have to give Indie most of the credit for how they pulled it off.
The night I finished my revision, as I struggled to pass this stone, I had peace. I knew I was gonna get my job done. I laid my burdens down. Illness always reminds us we are mortal. I told my family, my agent, and my editor if anything were to happen to me press on and get it out there, because it has to be told.
“The Mandolin Case’ is more than a book. It is a saga about how to face adversity, learn from it, and come out better on the other side. And in ‘The Mandolin Case,’ except for the few who were wicked beyond human hope, everyone involved came out with a deeper understanding of what it means to be human. I still pray for the ones who didn’t get it, but I ain’t the Judge.
We meet with a publisher in late September. I hope they take it on because it will see a wider audience for their efforts. But if they don’t I have no fear. I’ll self publish and “have mandolin will travel” will see you out there in 2010. My story has to be told. My dream is that humans will put aside their differences and always seek the truth. I hope my book and my music will be a small part of that. I’m not a Pollyanna. I know it isn’t gonna happen in my lifetime, but it ain’t gonna stop me from trying. After all, a man has to have his dreams, and mine is that in eternity I’ll get some small little corner where I can lay my burdens down forever.
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