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Joseph
Find Your Inspiration - Joseph
Every year, Joseph’s arrival was highly anticipated. He’s been a part of our gang every summer since he, Aviva, Zoe, and I met at the Spirit of the Mountains Camp 13 years ago. He’s allowed us to dress him up with feather boas and pig tails, he’s been on years of adventures with us singing loud, out of tune Disney songs (and just as enthusiastically joining in, but without the modulations). He's groggily answered 3 am phone calls about college essays and life questions. He has been there without fail since our first summer together. And since then he has always been a source of inspiration. This is because Joseph has an incredible power to give people hope. Before you stop reading because of how cliche that sentence sounded, let me explain: Do you ever put your headphones in, or turn up the volume of a song, because it evokes that indescribable emotion that you can't quite find anywhere else? It fills you up and makes the world that much more beautiful. That feeling is one of the reasons why music has remained such a large part of my life. It is the soundtrack I play in the back of my mind for every important, cheesy, and cliche moment. It’s the sound of my cowboy hat wearing dad playing Happy Trails as the flames of a camp fire start to die down. And since that first year of camp, Joseph has helped to make that sound. The other night, as we all sat in my living room passing around my father's guitar, Joseph added an inescapable beauty to the room. He squinted at Fleet Fox lyrics through Zoe’s broken iPod screen, harmonizing with her effortlessly while we loudly talked to him and each other. Joseph gives me the kind of hope and happiness that I find in music. I know this paragraph barely explains what he means to me, and I know I will never be able to thank him for this.
What I do know is that you will always be a part of my picture, Joseph.
Joseph
Find Your Inspiration - Joseph
Every year, Joseph’s arrival was highly anticipated. He’s been a part of our gang every summer since he, Aviva, Zoe, and I met at the Spirit of the Mountains Camp 13 years ago. He’s allowed us to dress him up with feather boas and pig tails, he’s been on years of adventures with us singing loud, out of tune Disney songs (and just as enthusiastically joining in, but without the modulations). He's groggily answered 3 am phone calls about college essays and life questions. He has been there without fail since our first summer together. And since then he has always been a source of inspiration. This is because Joseph has an incredible power to give people hope. Before you stop reading because of how cliche that sentence sounded, let me explain: Do you ever put your headphones in, or turn up the volume of a song, because it evokes that indescribable emotion that you can't quite find anywhere else? It fills you up and makes the world that much more beautiful. That feeling is one of the reasons why music has remained such a large part of my life. It is the soundtrack I play in the back of my mind for every important, cheesy, and cliche moment. It’s the sound of my cowboy hat wearing dad playing Happy Trails as the flames of a camp fire start to die down. And since that first year of camp, Joseph has helped to make that sound. The other night, as we all sat in my living room passing around my father's guitar, Joseph added an inescapable beauty to the room. He squinted at Fleet Fox lyrics through Zoe’s broken iPod screen, harmonizing with her effortlessly while we loudly talked to him and each other. Joseph gives me the kind of hope and happiness that I find in music. I know this paragraph barely explains what he means to me, and I know I will never be able to thank him for this.
What I do know is that you will always be a part of my picture, Joseph.