posted on Jun, 10 2004 @ 05:27 PM
I thought I would show my respect for Ray Charles by posting this true, personal story. A few years ago I moved from Africa to New York to work. Got
myself a great apartment in Manhattan, upper west side, a block from Central park.Had a telephone installed, furnished the apartment. This was the
first time I had ever lived alone.Yes I was doing well and doing well in the Big Apple. Late one night the phone rang, I answered "Hello". Silence.
nothing. "Hello?" and music started playing - Ray Charles -
"Here we go again
She's back in town again
I'll take her back again
One more time
Here we go again
The phone will ring again
I'll be her fool again
One more time "
Normally if someone doesn't respond to my "hellos" I hang up, but the music and its message had me trapped. That voice, that pain.I stood there
just listening to the music untill it ended and the person hung up.
I puzzled for hours who it could be. So many bitter sweet memories washed over me through the rest of that night. I considered a vast number of people
who might have called, or maybe just a wrong number. The next morning before work I stopped at Tower Records and bought the Ray Charles album. I never
found out who called that night, but I'd like to thank him for giving me Ray Charles. And I'd like to thank Ray Charles for sharing his life with us