David Sambola
Indie Artist Why I Wrote The Observer Album
Dec 11, 2018
Mood: awesome
Music is my purpose.
I'd like to share a story on why I'm so determined with my music. One upon a time I laid music to rest I was probably around 23 yrs old. I was married with a step daughter I loved very much to a very ungrateful women.
"She even came running back"
But, she hurt me so bad I ignored her letters and calls, pictures of what was my little girl, I wouldn't respond to anything.
Years later I moved on to basically the same situation, a single mom, working all day to make us a better life. I am a man with a big heart and then was quick to step up to the plate. Kids never bothered me and to be honest I don't think I can have any, "nor would I start now"
I was never a perfect human being I never drank or did hard drugs though I did enjoy smoking to ease any burden that came my way but, I never hurt a soul and only tried to help those I loved while never really helping or knowing myself.
I was suffering myself with dental issues, I was working day in day out. I would go to work looking like someone hit me on the right side of my face with a baseball bat. People closest to me were starting to get concerned and with good reason but, me being a person that never wanted to show defeat I just kept going.
One night my body had enough fighting the infection and I was on the floor in my bathroom sick, sweating, in a lot of pain, and praying.
I would not call 911 but the pain got so bad I put my head to the floor and asked whoever is out there "Please take my life" I started feeling something weird in my chest, I'd throw up but, as I did that it was like getting shocked. Now this finally scared me so I called 911 and then.
The women I was with she would always put work before everything, even her own kid. When I finally did get sacred I asked her to "Help" please bring me to the hospital or call 911 and stay until they get here please!
She replied "You should have called them a hour ago grabbed her purse then left me and her little girl there" to be completely honest according to the people in the ambulance I was dying.
They got to me just in time.
Now in this time I said many prayers to any God or any great creator who would releve this pain and misery. I wasn't just hurting from the pain of my mouth and what I was going through I was broken by the lack of humanity the women who told me I love you every night had for me after all the many things I did for them, she left me dying on the floor.
Somethings I don't really Remeber maybe there was a brief moment I past out or did died but, for whatever reason was kept here with the notion I did good here and I was welcome to leave or come back and fight for the people I love plus some. A messenger so to speak.
I never saw bright pretty lights, or people I've lost but, I can tell you this. I Remeber
Space itself is beautiful, with the feeling of no burdens or remose for the people I left behind or lost before hand. A self realization if you will that we are truly one and connected some how.
A few weeks pass and while in the hospital I was told to live I would have to have all my top teeth removed or it would just happen again. When I first got out the hospital the women I was with basically packed her and her kid up and I was on my own. Weather this was in fear or shame of me she was gone. Eventually I went through with several surgeries with the help and support of my real family and it was a process to say the least.
Once something would heal I'd be right back getting cut on, bone removed, stitched up and shipped right back to work. I was anger, sad, and sometimes I just wanted to give in but, I remebered the release I felt when all this story finally ends so I pushed on.
I was in a lot of pain and one day while at work I was laid off. The company I worked for calmed it was because of a merge with another company but, I was already tapped out and stuck trying to afford my apartment alone. Just when I was ready to break
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