The light at the end of the tunnel...

Friday night was Dave's last show of the year, crazy. We raised lots of food for the Kansas Food Bank which was really exciting. So thankful for everyone who came out and donated, you all are wonderful! The girls we had open for Dave were amazing and Dave's show was great as always, but even so, the night was kind of a bummer...

Now don't ask me how this happened, because it is truly beyond me how this could ever happen...

but somehow there were nine other acts that got booked for the same night.

A show he has had booked for months,done interviews for, 

put posters all over town, and done endless social media marketing 

in order to get the most people we possibly could to come out and support this great cause. 

...and yet, 

as we were setting up 

people started pouring in 

claiming that they too were supposed to play that night.

Understandably, frustrations grew...

If it would have been any other night we would have been able to be more flexible. But since it was a benefit concert and people had brought food donations and planned on seeing Dave play, we couldn't split up the time any more. Dave offered for people to play before him and said he would stop early for others to play....

...we had no support from the staff 

all of the acts were left to figure it out amongst themselves

everyone was worked up and we became the bad guys.

That's when people started to talk... 

sitting in the back at my table with the albums 

I heard the other musicians start to talk badly about Dave.

...this broke my heart.

My husband is the sweetest man

with the biggest heart of anyone I know.

To hear people go on about him and hearing things

people were saying about him that were such fabrications

was infuriating.

It really got me down that people can be so cruel.
That someone could make up such lies about another person
and not feel bad about it...

...but through the darkness there was a light.

Later on in the evening, my parents started talking 

to the people at the next table. As one girl talked about 

how much she was loving Dave's music my Dad had a feeling

he should buy her an album, so he did.

The woman was pleasantly surprised 

and told my Dad that he had just made her night.

She explained that her friend had taken her out that night

because it was the six year anniversary of her mother's death.

                                                                               

                                                                    ...He works in mysterious ways.

As Dave and I drove home we talked about how their negativity didn't matter at all. 

The fact that we had collected so many donations for 

The Kansas Food Bank and that light was shed on just one woman's hard night, 

makes it all worth it. 

Why waste time on negative energy when you can be sharing light with the world?