Momma played the guitar then, and daddy made the saw blade bend,
And raindrops played the tin roof like a drum.
But I just kept on dreamin' that a song that I was singin'
Takes me down the road to where my name is known.
Now I'm gone, and it's a long hard road
Yes, I know, it's a long hard road.
— Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
"Long Hard Road"
You know, when you do what I do for a living, you need a pretty bullet-proof ego. The blows come with the territory, and you roll with them or you get out of the kitchen.
And then, if you're lucky, you have a day like today, when so many wonderful people tell you that yes, you made a difference in their lives. It is a profound and humbling experience, and I don't think I can adequately thank so many of you for the day of a lifetime.
My life is blessed. Thank you.