A few weeks ago I was talking with an old co-worker I see once a month and she told me of this musician that played in a local pub. She bought both his CD’s and was almost ready to pack it in when he sat down at the table with her and started talking. He couldn’t pass up the opporunitity to talk with a new fan who just bought both CD’s and they talked for an hour or two. They talked about kids, about life, about people, and he told her his story.
Growing up in England, he had a regular childhood. School, lunches, friends, fights. The usual. But when he turned 18, he woke up to a letter and a bicycle.
“Happy Birthday, Son. Go see the world.”
That was it.
A bike and some cash.
His parents moved to the Middle East for work and he rode off on his bike to find himself and around the world.
He crossed oceans and mountains, climbed hills and slid down roofs. He travelled the world and learned languages and sang songs and made friends. Somewhere along his travels he met a young lady who followed him around the city.
And the next.
After a few cities and countries, he finally sat down with her and got to know her and then never left her alone. They married within the year and travel the world together, still singing and still dancing.
I am a horrible story teller. My words jumble and I get caught up in the story in my head before I can share it. So I leave you with Martin Kerr himself singing “Undiscovered Geniuses”.