When George Michael died I had my thoughts but it didn’t hit me as I had contacted him in the past and he I can only assume had someone filter out the crazy email or blow me off, but he is George Michael so he was probably busy. I wanted to share my George Michael story in tribute.
I was going through some very bad times and the voices were destroying me by testing me, to my book I wrote now called My personal ethics code, and it was killing me. I was getting no sleep, it was a living nightmare. Burning Man was trying to confuse me.
I also had received two signs from God that everything was going to be OK but they were not so I said in my apartment in Arizona alone “Look God I am trying but I don’t get it you say everything is going to be OK but it is not OK, I don’t understand, so I am going to turn on the radio and the next thing it says I am going to take as your meaning.” I was ready to devote my life to eating cheeseburgers if that was what was on the radio.
So I walked over to my little clock radio and said “Here I go!” and turned it on it was George Michael singing “…I gotta have faith. Faith faith faith.”
I fell on the floor laughing.
Things didn’t get better immediately, but they are.