Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
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- Äas pĆidĂĄn 24. 04. 2019
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đ°A few Charles Bukowski poetry collections to check out
-The Last Night on Earth Poems
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-Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame
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-Dangling in Tournefortia
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-Love is a Dog From Hell
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thereâs a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but Iâm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, Iâm not going
to let anybody see
you.
thereâs a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
heâs
in there.
thereâs a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but Iâm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
thereâs a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but Iâm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybodyâs asleep.
I say, I know that youâre there,
so donât be
sad.
then I put him back,
but heâs singing a little
in there, I havenât quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and itâs nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I donât
weep, do
you? - Hudba
Leaving this comment here as a reminder. So that whenever someone likes it, I'll come back and listen to this masterpiece!!
see you tomorrow ;)
sorry, weird comment. I hope you enjoy poem yet again when you get the notification is what I mean. happy easter
@@themessageinabottle9574 ill see you tomarrow james.
@@shaynegallagher6006 haha
See you tomorrow my friend
âPoetry is what happens when nothing else can.â-Charles Bukowski
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Es asi
The points are not the point. The point is poetry.
100% true words
Ou tudo.
Probably off-theme but it reminds me of a quote i really liked
"Perhaps my biggest fear was acknowledging that everything i was doing, was the happiness i was not feeling."
Who said this?
holy fuck! thatâs heavy
âi dont weep. do you?â
me, with tears streaming down my face: *nods head*
'Dont be sad' that part just hit me
@@kyupified2440 for me too, that's when I start crying. such a beautiful, heartbreaking poem.
i dont. stay put blue bird.
Me too.
I do, but only when I want to. I keep my bluebird in check too... The beauty of that ending. That's what Bukowski did, made loners like him feel less lonely. But at the same time gave it such a suggestive touch that it would create more loners. Hence the constant 50/50 movement of dark and light. Bukowski mastered it.
After listening to Tom OâBedlam narrate so many of Bukowskiâs poems, I canât imagine anyone else narrating them
He is so talented on what he is doing. Probably my biggest inspiration on spoken word.
It would be Bedlam without Bedlam.
Ah quite the opposite for me. This doesn't get to the meat of it like Bukowski reading it or secondly Harry Dean Stanton. Tom O'Bedlam doesn't go deep enough for me. It needs more cynicism and bitterness, a hint of anger in the ingredients. If you've read Bukowski's entire collection, you know he would have more 'salt' in it as such. It's in his voice on every page I'm not saying Tom's isn't good... But that's just my feeling I wanted to share with you. I've been looking for the original recording of Bukowski reading it but its gone for some reason. Thanks! :)
Same here bud. Curse of knowledge. Nobody on record reads poetry like Tom did. Illneas did an amazing pitch/slow down job too in the mixing.
There's a guy who does it but in spanish. Garfalio is the name of his channel. You'll be surprised. He's as good as Tom. Both voices very similar
This poem is so incrediblyâŠhonest, vulnerable and deep. It literally took my breath away.
I come back to this everyday. Its my escape.
Be strong....Fight back, girl! You've got this. Everyday is a new day and a gift!
How are you doing over there
@@tanishkadesai9506 Iâm doing good thanks, Iâm Neal from California but correctly in Syria on duty, hope you have a wonderful weekend with your family.
Same, i listen to this whenever I feel down
sameeee
I struggle with severe depression, and alcoholism. This poem honestly keeps me breathing from a day to day basis. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Dude... This means a lot, be strong
Bless you friend
illneas ty for saying this
You donât know how much this means to someone.
Or maybe you do.
But I hope you donât. â€ïž
Love and best wishes to you Evan. Alcohol will be making depression worse, even though it may seem that temporarily it can numb it. A change in lifestyle and something creative to do that you enjoy might help.
I'm with you brother. I'm still a heavy alcohol abuser and its because I cant let my mind shut up. Theres just so much shit that's wrong.. with me, with the world. So I drink. I drink until I dont remember drinking. Then i wake up and drink to forget about what i forgot about... times are hard, but we CAN get through them.. with patience..
A very poetic way of saying âBut if Iâm happy I canât create anymoreâ
I like this interpretation, I didn't think of it this way. Thank you
I question this common notion though. Surely it's just because people are conditioned to feel that any form of creative display is only "artistic" if it's to do with misery and suffering.. whereas anything to do with peace, joy and contentment is seen as, "OMG, like, sooo BORING!" People are raised by society as a whole to practically worship fear, misery, aggression, violence, suffering, loneliness... that's why every popular movie is about some idiot looking miserable and posing with a gun, revenge porn, disasters or some other "dark and gritty" BS with a cold blue filter slapped over it all.
I don't think creativity in any way requires misery and sadness, that's just the fashion which society has developed, and it's a way of thinking and perceiving the world which benefits oppressive social structures.
@@AD-kv9kj I agree to a point. I think people have wrongly romanticised mental illness as a source of creativity, with the result that people in the creative fields will actively seek misery out in the hopes that it sparks something inside of them and refusing to get help.
Beautifully put
@@AD-kv9kj i didnât think that way. Thanks for sharing your views. It's true because the world is full of misery and suffering and the people on the other side of the fence seems to forgetful about that.I think that's the reason.
How beautiful and vulnerable is that saying. The older you grow, more silent the sound of bluebird is. I almost forgot that there is a bluebird. Thanks for reminding me, by this poem.
The walls that we create throughout the lifetime, are thicker and thicker. Each time with a thing called âexperienceâ or âbeing matureâ that wall has to get one more layer. It is what has to be done in order not to get vanished by the society. But bluebird needs some fresh air. Which is a hard thing to find behind the walls
czcams.com/users/shortsw20VDWG7UgE I just listened to this and it reminded me of this Bluebird poem
i think the blue bird is showing emotion of his depression. being a man itâs looked down upon to show emotion. itâs looked at as a weakness. so we have to be strong and keep our emotions bottled up. and at night we can let them out but only to seal them back in in the morning. i feel this so much. itâs hard for me to show emotions not because people would look down on me but because iâm afraid of being vulnerable to anyone
This is the only way I have ever felt about this piece, I know all to well what he was feeling. Growing up in the south in the 70s, a boy didn't dare talk about feelings and emotions and sort of had to work through and try to figure things out silently. You could have been labeled crazy or something more derogatory, to this day I only have a couple of close friends that know about my love of poetry, art and excellent music.
My bluebird is my innocence, the innocent and pure child who I once was. Buried in my body.
Burried? He's still there,
Barely alive and
you sometimes let him out at night
and even grey is turning bright.
You feel it like a pulled out knive
wound full of blood, room full of light.
I donât think Iâm allowed to feel like this. Because Iâm still a child. But I canât remember how long ago it was that innocence didnât feel like weakness to me. Maybe never. Oh well. Cycle of abuse and dysfunction amiright...
@@freypokorny2363 wow i dont believe a kid is watching this.
@@perciousmatter7001 you'd be surprised. 12, making myself memorize poems and practice declamation alone during quarentine. screw public speaking but memorization is awesome.
@@olivecloud3548 public speaking > memorizing. you simply cant memorize evrything young man. but you'll always have your heartjust keep it alive and pumpin.
"But I don't weep"
Anguish unacknowledged by tears is one of the cruelest things you can feel.
and the tears fight but they can never get out
Interesting! I thought the speaker had gone numb.
@@endoneswa That's just my interpretation. I think it can say different things to different people
âBut I donât weep, do you?â
*weeping*
â..no.â
I think you might miss the point, hes saying it in an almost sardonic manner, he means to say he would never admit that he cries, "do you admit that you cry?" (I think thats what he means ofc)
Bukowski's words are so painfully beautiful...One of the few writers that I can feel the raw emotion behind his words.
He said lines in a poem were meaningless if they didnât have juice.
The one thing that I love about poetry is the different interpretation each separate individual can draw from it. The bluebird can be your true self, your anxieties, your fears, your creations...There's something just so... vaildating, so meaningful about it. You don't have to be a philosopher, you don't have to have the secrets of the world at your fingertips, but you can still dye a piece of truth as fine as this your own color.
There's something about that that just feels like an incredible honor. Bukowski let us experience a fragment of himself, and manipulate it however we see fit. He could have defined the bluebird, but he didn't.
Maybe that's what makes the bluebird so monumental. It's a bird that morphs and shifts according to the desires, hopes, and dreams of the listener.
It means what you need it to mean, and that's what makes it so incredibly special.
Modern poetry is like this....I love it too...
That's true art. It keeps on giving
Literally ... Ur comment helped me to reach the depths of the bluebird ... I just thought that bluebird is inner self self .... Hahahah bravo
I liked the way you used the concept of âmorphâ and the way you compared natural phenomena with abstract feelings .
The best one here
For the bluebird is rather the liberation of his sorrow.... He doesn't want to set it free... Instead he rather wants to keep it, not knowing that he could be greater, but knowing that he has found his purpose with it. So he has found his path, of which he believes himself to be. But blindly afraid of what would happen, if he let the bluebird free... -my interpretation.
Write more on my videos
Perfect interpretation - I was feeling the same - but rather overall liberation of his emotions
See, while I admire your interpretation, I think I disagree. The symbolism of a bluebird is often used for things that are more light in nature. Also, Buk mentions how the âwhores and the bartenders and the grocery clerksâ never know about it. Bukowski openly expresses his cynicism and sadness, as well as his loss of Jane. I think what heâs suggesting is that he doesnât want others to know that he has a heart, something that cares about others. He drowns out his love and hides it by acting tough and drinking and being cynical, mean, and sad.
Young Kim you are incorrect
I think the blue bird is his sadness
Going through a real rough time⊠and I do weep, the blue bird sings so sorrowfully beautiful.
Hope you're feeling warmth now. X
I made this little poem. A cloud whispers on my neck, a bird flies through my head, this song rattles in my chest, but I can hear no more than an old owl while I rest.
please keep doing more videos like this with bukowski poems, amazing and beautiful work!!
Thank you so much.
I agree.. even though i don't exactly care for this particular one.. but YES !
@@illneas would you consider an ASMR type of reading? That would be so great! Especially for people who are sensitive to sound or hints of music instead of having it all the way through. The words and the voice are so beautiful. Being sensitive to sound is a thing. Hope you consider it. I subscribed
"Nobody thinks of the terror of one person aching in one place - alone, untouched, unspoken to..."
- Bukowski
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Everyone has a bluebird in their heart... each bluebird represents a fear, a passion, and desire, and a terror
I think this poem is about love/life. We all eventually notice this profound love/life inside us, sadly, most of us are made aware of it through pain and suffering. We first learn the dark side to love/life, through addictions or tough social situations for example, but somehow we know this blue bird is in there and we become more and more conscious of it as we experience life. You get to a point where you are consciously supressing it and not allowing yourself to be free, afraid of rejection or any other social factor you can think of. I think when you reach this state of mind, you are able to share it with others since you understand you are trapped (Usually dark feelings), however, if you are brave enough to free the blue bird and weep, you have truly understood love/life and can express and share it with others without a doubt and this is where greatness happens and unquestionable beauty emerges.
i'm too tough for him - let the bluebird be all the sweet things, the soft things, the gentle things a man like him can't enjoy. let him enjoy the soft of the blue birds feathers against his ribcage- soft things are meant to stay inside, where the sun cant fade the blue of its wings.
Vibrant and eccentric, love it
And there it is...hidden here in plain sight. Profound is a word that only scraps the surface of what you are suggesting. Stay groovy Eve, somehow I know you will.
Beautiful
Genius
Good words i like you
His work always does more damage to my heart when I hear it from his voice. He's profound if you allow him to be...
I like his voice as well, but I really admire Ton OBedlam's work
@@illneas You're like a new branch showing me that life grows in all directions. Thanks for that.
@@dickslayer111 that's such a nice thing to say, thank you
This makes me cry. My bluebird hovers in my throat. Sometimes it peeks out and looks at the sky, longingly. Oh, my. Poetry has a way of really getting to you. Love reading all the comments. Love to everyone.
"Philosophy is the search for wisdom. Poetry is wisdom searching for the heart of the human being." By the marvellous late philosopher Olavo de Carvalho
The "you" hidden behind his head is a nice subtle touch
I was really proud when I made but very few people noticed it, I'm glad you did.
Wait, what are you talking about? Can you put a timestamp?
@@karishmachaudhary9953 try 0:18
@@somebodynow9849 No, the one at 1:47
@@karishmachaudhary9953 The one at 1:47
This is brilliant. So beautiful...
"there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep
I say, I know that you're there
so don't be sad
then I put him back
but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die"
Today iâve failed in my exam board and all of the teachers in board were laughing at me, making fun of me.
In this immense sorrow in my mind, i felt now relieved from all the pain going thorough by this poem, itâs healed my grief of pain which kills me entirely.
I had that bluebird in my heart all my life, never knew it was there and reason for my suffering, then it drove me crazy and made me die; and when I woke up I found that bluebird holding my hand! And then I found my real self, my life began; before that, it was grey, different from me, not really me, foreign.
I just found this but this is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard
I'm glad you found us
same
The more you listen, the more profound it becomes. It's magical
I feel like the Bluebird is his soul that wants to sing its own song..its own truth. But he's guarding it for it will make him feel vulnerable if exposed. It's the same reason why we're all wearing masks to be more acceptable in society while out bluebirds maybe want to dance naked in the middle of the street.
@-- True!
nina rekhi ...Wise words
nina rekhi itâs about men keeping there feelings inside
âWearing masksâ - this aged interestingly haha
@@mcnorwalk2 Who would've thought?!
This really spoke to me as I'm dealing with depression and addiction and still don't let people know how defeated I truly feel.
okay I just read the comments and I love how everyone's interpretation of the poem is different, here's mine-
for me, when I think of the bluebird, it's my passion, the thing I love to do the most in this world, art, and with it, the sorrow, and regret, of not choosing it as a career option. Bluebird, is that suppressed urge to pick up those dry lifeless brushes again and paint something with them, being careless about the world, like I always used to, instead I'm going through endless pages of my textbook that never seem to end, and countless exams, and a lot of assignments. Life becomes easier if we make the right choices, but we never know if it's a mistake, unless we make it. I might just be a kid trying to correlate my life with this masterpiece but there's something about this poem that makes me wanna reconsider my life choices again. Wow.
I came for Adrien; I stayed for the poem.
Any idea what movie the scenes are from?
@@jonnyboaa "Detachment", a great movie to portray the tortured soul! I highly recommend it.
NicolasH thank you!!
Same!
@@NicolasHa what about the other one ?
Just found out about this channel. Man, those feels! Everything works so well together, Bukowski's poems, that deep voice, the melancholic music, the footage and the way you display the words. Please keep on producing these awesome videos!
This means the world to me, thank you
"We all need something to distract us from the complexity and reality"
- Detachment â€ïž
This is still, for me, Bukowski's most potent poem. I have two interpretations for this:
1 - he struggles to let himself be happy. How he was raised, his traumas in life affected him so much that he gets in his own way, his own happiness. And some part of him got so used to being unhappy that he found comfort in it.
2 - he has a sensitive side that he doesn't want other people to know. With all the tough bravado and persona, some part of him thinks that letting that sensitivity get too close to the light of day would "blow his book sales in Europe."
Man, the most troubled artists produce the most genius works. An absolute writing wonder.
Bluebird was the first poem I heard from Bukowski, and I remember crying from it. I still do, if I recite it out loud. Bukowski is pure raw emotion. The bluebird has always been for me sadness, depression; the kind of emotion that can paralyze us for months in bed, that can get us stuck in time and emotionless. That's why he doesn't want to let it out, stop; but he can't quite kill it. It's him, he keeps it inside because it helps him write and it is the core of his poems. You can always see it.
Bluebird for me is happiness
If that make sense
This poem touches me so deeply. It almost makes me cry. Bukowski will always be one of my favourite poets. 'A Smile To Remember' is also hauntingly beautiful.
There is a bluebird in my heart, I have cut off its wings. But the bluebird in my heart still continues to sing
Even in my hardest days, these words could keep me strong.
It's the most real and surreal poem of all. I wrote thousands of poems on my youth but none of them come close to this. Thank you Charles.
There's a bluebird in my heart that I'm learning to give a voice, and I am allowing the occasional flutter of wings. Slowly. Tenderly. Cautiously. My bluebird quietly calls to your bluebird.
Beautifulâ€
I was weeping and driving listening to it. There is a blue bird in my heart too.
Listening to this masterpiece with silent tears streaming down my face and a bluebird so relentlessly strong that it can't be held in anymore.
I can watch this forever.. still feels the same
This is one of the most beautiful things I have seen in quite a while. Thank you for your work.
Bukowski's poems are so real. He had this immense courage to put it all out on paper and still made it so raw and beautiful!
Found your channel because I was obsessed with some other poem by bukowski, and oâbedlamâs voice. I watched almost all of your work and I just wanted to congratulate you for it. You brought wonders to my lonely mind. Thank you. Keep it up.
In my opinion, the bluebird is his artistic expression seeking to release itself. It is that thing inside of him that makes him toss and turn until he lets it free, even just for a little while. He doesn't give it full freedom, he doesn't write enough, and so it is sort of like a hostage relationship, but Bukowski is afraid to release it forever, whatever that means I do not know. Perhaps that means becoming a working man again, and allowing his energy to be put to that use.
Bukowski has the power to write beautiful words without sounding cringey or unbearable, u got to love him.
OMG! The music plays so well with this narration! It's honestly one of the most amazing things I've witnessed. Thank you.
Please remind me of this as often as you can
Oke fren
Hey
â@@illneasare you back from your mandatory service then?
In love with your works, especially poems of Charles Bukowski narrated by Tom o'Bedlam. Please keep them coming.
I cant even count how many times Ive watched this. its deep in me
I feel extremely lucky to have discovered your channel. Love it to the very core! Thank you for existing! đđ
I'm reminded of my old loves who held bluebirds in their hearts. I heard them sing even when I was too young to understand.
This is the perfect poem for anyone with a vice. Love for the wrong person, mental disorder, addiction, guilt, etc. we all harbor or our own little blue bird, but we canât always see each otherâs.
I get from this that inside all of us thereâs nothing but joy but some of us are afraid to let it out. Whatever the reason is we canât let it out. We feel embarrassed and scarred or stupid. Or how a man is supposed to be tough skinned with emotions and the bluebird is our emotions⊠thatâs what I take from this poem
Michael Mendenh...your words just make perfect sense I can relate to everything you said. Thank you so much.
I always come back to this when im feeling sad. Thank you.
Everything you do is just art. I also love that you use Bukowskiâs poemâs.
I've read bukowski prose, but somehow not his poetry. This is awesome, thx!
I think the blue bird is his soul. Iâm sure he was very soft hearted. Beautiful đ»
One of my favourites videos. There's something special in this music, poem, voice, video that touches me in a special way. Thanks for this.
I'm amazed at the synchronicity; the poems from your channel that come in my recommendations fit perfectly with what's on my mind that day. Beautiful poem.
my dad told me he relates to this poem by Bukowski. i told him âbe kindâ reminds me of him, and we both sat in silence accepting of the fact that the wounds he created cant be healed.
this is one of the most impactful and beautiful poems Iâve ever encountered.
Totally. Understand maybe someday maybe next life if ones given old souls done there time here on earth
i have just come across charles bukowski's work, and its like i've discovered hidden treasure. where have these words been all my life? i'm not usually a sob fr poems but this man honestly has such a beautiful mind, i cant help but weep. makes you see life with new eyes and i wish fr everyone to hear and be blessed with his unique wisdom.
Thank you from all of the bluebirds in all of our hearts that just got released
Ohhhh my lil blue bird you make me so sad and euphoric at the same time,keep making videos
Balmorhea and Bukowski: two of my favorites. Thanks for another great video.
The more I listen (and I have listened so much), the more profound it becomes. My heart just aches at the beauty and depth of this poem
My bluebird is my numbness . The faceless expression. I usually smile everywhere I go but alone, you wouldnât see it unless in nature where I am surrounded by my madness
The greatest speech i ever heard, and i heard alot!!đđŒâ„ïž
I don't know how i ended up here but i am so glad i did. The poem, the voice, the video, the music. Everything is so beautiful.
I keep coming back to this video again and again, I love it.
I like to come to this video every now and then
The poem, the music, the scenes, the narrator ..everything about this video is dark and beautiful and touching
Anybody can tell me from what movie was taken, that Adrien Brody? I love hisâŠblue bird đ and the soundtrack, what piece is that?
Splendid! I loved it, amazing piece of art you just put togheter!
Thank you for calling it art.
Amazed! The choice of music track and the emotions captured in this video gives justice to this masterpiece.
Loved this! Your choices have worked so well here in clips of movie actors saying/thinking the poetry verse. Brilliant. The music is wistfully beautiful. All in all a great package!
How are you doing over there Ginza
"then i put him back, but hes singing a little in there", dont know why but this line is what gets to me. the bluebird just wants to come out and be free and sing, but he keeps putting it back. but the bluebird hasnt given up hope entirely
Bluebird is my sensitivity. I live in Poland so i poured vodka to kill its singing which makes me feel weak and depressed. My ex knew im not acting normal, but i rejected her help. Only when she left i know that i should have free this bluebird even just for her. When i started therapy i wanted her to support me in this hard time. she said she is happy now with someone else and she doesnt feel anything because of how i have been acting for last half of year. Now i feel that this bluebird is completely free and i have done it for her. Now i cry everytime thinking of her. Why she doesn't see how much i have sacrifised for her love...
should of opened up bud but it is what it is just gota focus on you now man
You have to free yourself for You, take care of your heart and soul.
"do you?" *me with tears streaming down my face* : nuh uh
Thank you for inspiring me. I see sentences, a word, a photo (not always something extraordinary), a painting, hear a voice speaking, singing, anything at all...it triggers ideas in my head.
:)
I know what the thumbnail got me into. It is ravenous and enraging, calming too.
"Do you want to screw up the works?" - They'll start leaving when you tell them all your charms. The bluebird coming out isn't a pollution of his reputation, but the secret ingredient to it? The motivation and raw emotions and pain and sweetness. I'll never understand what motivated Bukowski and that uncertainty makes him so wonderful. To me the bluebird is the answer to all the questions I don't want the answers to, but at the same time search for in all of his work.
I love your work it makes me fee alive. Thank you for making these videos.
Thank you for sharing this with me, it really means a lot.
This is one of my favorite Balmorhea tracks. Wonderful choice of music to go with this amazing poem.
Congrats for this beautiful composition of music, movies and moving words by a beautiful voice!
this is such a beautiful poem :)
You should be on Spotify, I need all this there
I've watched this video again and again so much it made me memorize the poem in a day.
Me too
I wish I could put my finger on what strikes me about this poem. Itâs just phenomenal, and this reading puts it over the top
There's a bluebird in my heart , sweet and innocent waiting for someone to let it free and little did that bird know that someone has already arrived
dance together for every kiss and every word with poetry of love...
â@@ksmadhan2502 this man is filled with poetry
I've been asking myself what is this "bluebird" this man was speaking of ever since I stumbled upon this video some years ago. I cannot say that I've figured out totally but what is that i am now finding out what brings him out forth outside of his empty shell. Yes Charles, I am weeping. But those tears have long since dried up. Thank youđŠđŻ
thanks for ur work, u have an amazing voice for this kind of autor, dont let loud music overlap it.
Beautiful!
Everyone has a bluebird in their hearts hidden.
Wow!... I am so glad I found this. Like good medicine right when I needed it.
This really moved me. i wept a little.