Vulnerable

There is this band that I like called Secondhand Serenade. Actually, from the research I've done, it's just one guy. But I have no clue why he goes by that. Perhaps his parents were cruel and named him that. Like the parents of a kid that I saw at a birthday party this weekend. The parents, Mr. and Mrs. McCauley, named their kid Caul. Caul McCauley. On his birth certificate. His sister's birth certificate says Molly. Molly McCauley. They were cruel, horrible people and I felt sorry for their children in fast forward. Because middle school's gonna be a witch for them.

I digress.

Secondhand Serenade is great. Soulful, thoughtful, soothing yet passionate. I recommend it. I think I'm going to buy the CD. Do people do that anymore? I have no clue how the iTunes phenomenon works. I'm sure it is smarter, for whatever technological reason, but I can't committ. So I'm just going to go out and buy the CD. Just like I've been doing since 1994 when I got the Boyz II Men CD. That was my first. Complete with "I'll Make Love to You," "On Bended Knee," and "Water Runs Dry." Oh how I loved "Water Runs Dry."

I digress.

Secondhand Serenade has a song called "Vulnerable." It's just perfection in the musical form. I love the melody and the lyrics. I recommend going to www.myspace.com/secondhandserenade and clicking on the song. My favorite part is the line that says, "Just because you hurt doesn't mean you shouldn't bleed."

Seriously? Nobody ever told me this. I started pondering this line last night. Sometimes doctors make patients bleed for good reasons. I'm no MD, but maybe stuff like reducing swelling in the brain, lancing things, etc. Again...not an MD. My point is this. I've been too scared for too long to bleed. I'm gunshy about getting hurt again. But just because I've been hurt doesn't mean it wasn't good. It doesn't mean I shouldn't have bled a little. And oh how I bled.

For me, I'm afraid of bleeding and hurting in relationships. But it is not limited to this. What do you bleed about? Your children? Your parents? Work? Responsibilities? Life is jam-packed with all sorts of things that can hurt us. But sometimes the blood is good to get us to where we need to be.

FYI...I bleed maroon.