The Celestial Symphony of the Soul Skipper

<p>The reflections of life can sometimes be collections of discord the clash of rights—the rite of passage from youth to old age—until the simplest melody is faded to a low drown of desperation of life.<br /> <br />It was at that moment in my life on March 9 2000 that discord abandonment confusion depression and hopelessness surrounded my soul. In that darkest night of the soul I sat in the darkness of my room and played a CD of soft music and reached out to God and as I sat there for a while I heard a small voice within me. I tried to ignore it but it kept growing louder in my heart.</p>