Glen Pridgen

50 is a Big One

Thanks to all my friends for your kind birthday wishes. 50 is a big one…and I feel 50…but I mean that in a good way. When I entered rehab in my early 40’s if you would’ve told me that I would make it to 50 clean and sober it would’ve been the greatest gift ever. When I dropped to my knees in the middle of that Boston street having a heart attack at the young age of 44 I would’ve done anything to be given another 6 years with my 3 daughters. Just 6 months ago, if you would’ve told me that I would turn 50 and all 3 of my daughters would be safe and thriving I would’ve felt like the luckiest man in the world. Here I am at 50 and I feel alive and grateful and blessed and ready to honor every second the good lord will bless me with.

Despite the horrific trek from my house to the office this morning, 3.5 minutes of sheer terror, I made it. I was hit by many drops of hurricane juice and almost immediately upon leaving my car was smacked ever so gently by Irma’s ill-intentioned breath. Or, as people outside this delicate city would say, “it rained slightly and sometimes the wind would blow a little.” Not that I’m a hurricane denier or anything, but so far this has been a bit of a let down.

Anyway, all kidding aside, I pray that everyone is safe and that our good fortune continues!!

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This song was written for a friend of mine who lost her husband and son in a car accident. The song is written from the mother’s perspective to her daughter.