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Yeah, come on in. Sure. So I go to the. He says, you can talk to him ahead of the concert. Great. So I get there with beautiful out of the Boston Commons. Big snowstorm is like courier knives and wonderful time out there. And I get there, and I walk in, and then my name was, you know what, the security guy. I'm sitting there waiting and waiting and waiting. Wait. 30 minutes go by, 40 minutes. No John, nobody else. All of a sudden, the door was open up. Here's John and his band and his manager, and they're decidedly late. And he kind of looks at me like, I know you. Why are you here? And he kept going. And Chris comes over and says, listen, you know, we lost our window. The concert's got to happen. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Do you have tickets? I said, no. He goes, well, I'll give you tickets to the concert. Do you have dinner? I'm like, no. He goes, well, I'm getting cheeseburgers for the band, and you can have cheeseburgers with us from McDonald's. I go, okay. So I go downstairs, and he says, you can sit here. And I'm sitting in this room, and there's a dozen of John's guitars in a circle, and the only place to sit is in the middle of them. And they're all being electronically tuned. And I'm watching these electronic tuners with their going up and down, you know, the lights and stuff. And I thought, oh, my God, what is going on here? And I can hear them on the stage above me getting ready for this Christmas concert. It was a Christmas concert for the Catholic Charities of Boston. And I thought, I Gotta go up and talk to him. So what do I do? I get out of there. I walk upstairs on stage during the rehearsal, and I walk out and I'm just standing. They all stop playing and look at me and Chris like, you can't come up here. I'm like, I gotta. Where are you gonna be tomorrow night? He said, pittsburgh. I said, I'll meet you there. He goes, Listen, you have five minutes or 10 minutes after the show. He's got a big thing he's gotta do later, but, okay, just go sit down. Are you okay? So I go and sit down. Great concert. He's in fine voice. It was wonderful. I go backstage. There's always people to see him. I'm the last one there where there's a bare bulb. And he walks up to me, Shakespeare. And he goes, what are you doing here? And I said, I thought you'd know. And he looked at me like I was an idiot, which is basically my middle name at this point. And he said, did you bring me something? And all of a sudden, Jim, I had this thought that I had these letters in my jacket. And the letters were from kids that had written me after I gave a talk at their school. These were just fifth graders, maybe. A friend of mine from grammar at high school was a teacher. She put me in her class. I was just talking about environmental stuff. Hey, real general. And they wrote these nice letters. They were in my jacket. I'm like, oh, I got these letters. So I took them out, showed it to him, and he starts reading them, and he gets this grin on his face like he got out of class early or something. He's this broad grin. And he looks at me and he goes, do you have any idea what you're doing? No, I don't. He puts his right hand on my shoulder. He looks me directly in the eye and he says, your voice matters. Do you know this? I did not. He said, you voice matters. And the coming years will prove me correct. Okay? He said, now take these letters and put them in my bag. I want to take it back with me to Aspen. Okay? Gives me a hug, I put the letters in, I go home. I think, mission accomplished. About, I don't know, three, four weeks later, I get a phone call from his office saying, Mr. Denver brought these letters back. We take them to the Windstar board meeting. Winstar was a nonprofit he ran, and we're going to start implementing educational programs based on the letters you sent. Oh, there's a huge win. It was worth. It was all great, right? That was Just the tip of the iceberg. So maybe six months later, the timeline's getting fuzzy. All these years later, I'm teaching at school and I get a flyer in the mail from the Windstar foundation saying that the upcoming symposium that year, which was an international symposium, big name, big deal, in Aspen, at the aspen music tent, 5,000, 10,000 people. John sings Big deal. That upcoming event was called Choices for the Future, the Human Family. And by the time I got home from school teaching that day and sat in my yard, the lyrics or words to the Human family had written themselves out automatically.