I was sitting on the edge of my bed. Kind of lost in thought. Remembering how my body was failing me just 6 short months ago. How much of a task it was, just to get to the porch of my home, let alone actually go anywhere. How I was laying on pretty much would have been my death bed in the ER. How I promised God, and my family and friends that I would try and live if God felt led to let me make it through my medical issue 6 months ago. To now, still a big fat guy, but feeling great. How it was a major chore for me to get just to the bathroom. To today, commiting to a couple lady friends that me and the wife would join them on a daily walk at the local high school track. 6 short months ago I could not walk 10 feet without hanging on to something and without aid. To commiting for regular walks around a 1/4 mile track with some friends. 6 months ago, I thought I was never going to go home again, let alone walk anywhere. Now, what a little commitment, focus, and determination for life can do. Now, planning walking around a football field (I really missed that). Anyway, yes, this is Uke related. I was sitting there lost in thought. Sure, it might have looked sad but it wasn't. It was just expressionless focus and thought. I raise my head slightly, and just hanging there next to me. I see Bango, my 1930 Harmony. Looking all pretty and healthy as I felt. Staring back at me and as if to say, "see, even us old worn out SOBs can still have a song to sing.." I picked him up, and played my favorite song of his, "Sunny Afternoon". It was a cool moment for me. It really was. God, & Life is good.