In the early 90s I lived alone in a 1 BR apartment in Boston. I had a guitar, no talent, drive and no band. My bandmates hooked up with anew guitarist when I decided to drop out, get married and get a job. The new guitarist needed a place to crash a couple of nights a week when the band was in town. The W and I were open to helping out. This arrangement lasted a year. He would bring his guitar to my place, and amaze me with his fluid play, creativity and willingness to let me slog along on cowboy chords. Eventually I learned some guitar, and he was always ready to teach me something new every time I mastered something (elementary at the time) he showed me. He inspired me to keep at it, listen to different music, and to love the instrument. Thousands of hours and dollars later, here I am with too much gear (but better skills). About two years ago, he met my son, an aspiring musician with Asperger's - and after a weekend of playing together (on guitar), he decided to send my boy a high end electronic drumkit to encourage him to expand his musicianship. My son ignored it for a few months, but he took to it a year ago and now plays better than half the drummers in town (but I digress, it's about inspiration). My friend has congenital heart disease. His dad died young (50s I think) and my buddy had his first heart attack in his early 40s. About two years ago, the doctors put him on an external pump - worn on the body, gets hot, is bulky and it's really just a charger while you wait for a donor heart. We had to go to a friend's funeral in May. He and I split a room, and I was saddened and yet amazed that he had to stop every couple of hours and charge his pump batteries, and that he was living without a pulse but reasonably mobile and healthy. He shared that he couldn't stay on the pump much longer and that he needed a donor, pronto. It happened today. He's at the hospital fully prepped, and the donor heart is on it's way to Mass General right now. I hope his surgery goes well, and that his donor's family finds peace in this amazing gift to a nice guy (and great guitarist). Just needed to let you know there's some good happening tonight.