Last night I entered the 42nd Street subway station and I heard someone doing a pitch-perfect rendition of Bob Marley’s Redemption Song.  People were singing along.

I was in a “woe-is-I” mood.  [“Won’t you help to sign these songs of freedom?”]

I was feeling like this economic and political quagmire would just continue and there would be no new start for our country.   [“how long will they kill our prophets as we stand aside and look? Some say it’s just a part of it, we have to fulfill the book”.] 

How am I going to get out of this funk and enjoy life again and be grateful for all that I have [“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our minds.”]

So, I started singing along, “Redemption song; Redemption song,” with strangers and it was stirring.  I am still humming it today.

Inspiration comes in the strangest of places.  In the bowels of NYC in the overcrowded, smelly Times Square Station.  Redemption song.  Redemption song.