Moved to Tears

Among them are the butterflies in our tummies, the powers that beat, or the tears that swell our eyes.

I was fortunate enough to attend a "Meet and Greet" on Friday afternoon for the "Host Committee of 44" to honor our city, our nation and the progress that has been made in the United States of America in anticipation of the upcoming Music City Inaugural Ball at Maxwell Millenium House Hotel on January 20, 2009.

When I left Carol Ann's Home Cooking Cafe last night in Nashville, Tennessee, I was full.

We've all been full from eating a little too much of this or a little too much of that, but the feeling I left with went far beyond the one I've had from the occasional over indulgence.
Yes, the food was good. The food was fantastic. I was full inside because Carol Ann did not just feed my tummy, she fed my spirit, and she fed my soul.

Thank you Carol Ann, Pastor Fuzz, Dr. McGowan, Mr. Chavez, and thank you to everyone in that room. Today, I am full.

I look forward to the coming weeks, and the tear that rolled down the side of my cheek was one of joy and celebration.

Thank you. Today, I am full.