It'll all work out even when it sure as hell doesn't seem to be.
There's a story David Bromberg tells about singer Jerry Jeff Walker, writer of Mr. Bojangles, which was written in a jail cell.
"It seems that Jerry Jeff had propositioned the right woman in the right time in the wrong place. So when her husband, the bartender, called the cops and they took him to the Parish jail in New Orleans."
There he met Bojangles though and the two sat and talked for three days. The song was born in dire circumstances. Beauty rises out of despair. Light drives away the darkness. Good overcomes evil. Angels keep demons at bay.In this case Jerry Jeff Walker's song became a classic hit known the world over. It gives him income he never would have received. His career was elevated to a higher level.
And his cell mate, Mr. Bojangles is immortal, missing his dog after twenty years, drinking a bit and surrounded by people asking, "Won't you dance?"
All of this came from a jail cell.
It makes me believe.
Just when it seems like there is no way possible that things will work out, they do ... just never in the way you expect. Surprising and unforeseen things happen. They end up being either gifts or curses. There have been millions in jail cells when little came of it.
Then there's Desmond Tutu. Or Martin Luther King, Jr. The Apostle Paul. Mr. Bojangles.
What do you do with where you're at?
Won't you dance?
