A reminder to all of us to keep our dreams alive.
A refugee's journey - Vietnam to Australia
My dream of creating my own stage and drawing an audience has been buried beneath other priorities in my life.
For me, music has always been a stream of inspiration, the medicine for dejection, and an elixir of zest.
I love to sing, and find myself perpetually absorbed by the songs on stages, TVs, radios,… In my adolescent, I would put fingers on my throat when singing to make the vibrato, and put my face inside a wash-basin to feel the echo and amplification of my voice.
In my 40s, I took private singing lessons and joined a choir that exclusively sang ABBA songs. However, I felt dissatisfied with only two public performances per year for the group. I managed to quench my thirst of singing through the occasional karaoke party but just like fashion, the trend died down after a few years.
An encounter with a young girl sowed…
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A touching story- I hope she keeps her passion alive!
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Me too!
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Hi Tricia, Stories like that always remind me of how fortunate we’ve been growing up and rearing families either in Europe or the US! We really have nothing to complain about. Hope you’re enjoying your weekend so far. Bjs Pat.
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That is the truth, Pat. And the weekend is great…spending it in Miami, Florida with family.
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