Many years ago I got to see Michael Ball sing this on Broadway in Andrew Lloyd Weber‘s short-lived musical ‘Aspects of Love‘. Though undeniably schmaltzy, the song stuck in my head, like any classic Broadway show tune does. Though the musical was one of the biggest flops in Broadway history, every now and then some life or love thing happens that sends me digging in my CD pile so I can give it another listen. Tonight, when this randomly got stuck in my head again, I turned to YouTube. Each version seems sappier than the one before it, yet if you listen to the words, they capture an essential truth I’ve been experiencing.
A couple of days ago I got to share stories with a favorite client from years ago. He shared his harrowing tales of a month in the ICU and I shared mine. His story was so different in many ways, and I felt grateful that my journey was so short and simple in comparison to his. He fought for his life with every fiber of his being. He was young, just getting started in his career, and full of possibilities when a skiing accident left him literally shattered. He shared that he used to dream while on the ventilator of what he could do with his life if he could just get the use of one finger and a thumb. He fantasized about the paintings he’d paint, the feats he’d accomplish, the difference he could make… if only he’d get to be a quadriplegic. And the thing he remembered most from all of it? The Love. The incredible Love that was (more…)