Hello Shaina,

I want to say thank you for the wonderful songs you have sung and written. The following is my story:

The year was 1995, I was 5 years clean and sober and I was in a state of constant confusion in regards as to whether or not I was being a good parent to my two children. November 24, 1995 my beautiful 16 years old daughter Jasmine was sitting in her friend’s car listening to music and was killed in a drive-bye-shooting. My 13 year old son Mohammed and I were both stuck in survivor’s guilt and Moh had begun acting out in anger and defiance. I was in survivor’s guilt and had a broken heart and was in such pain I could hardly breath.

One day a friend of mine gave me your tape ‘Songs For The Inner Child’ (it did not have your name on the tape) and when I listened to it the songs brought tears to my eyes and a healing to my heart. A peace and contentment came over me which I had not experienced in a long time, and I could breathe.

My son was at the local skate-board park refusing to come home and I went to the park and asked him to get in the car-said I had something for him to listen to and he agreed. Once in the car I played your tape and sang the songs to him. We cried together and a healing and uniting took place immediately and a level of understanding that surpasses words happened between us. He stayed in the car and came home with me. Since then we have had our ups and downs but those words and songs had united us with a bond stronger than anything life could throw at us.

Then 911 happened and my son Mohammed was once again in a state of survivor guilt-he hadn’t done anything wrong but his Muslim association brought him mixed feelings. He is half Arabic and half American and with a name like Mohammed he was singled out and condemned by many here in the United States. Moh chose to go back to Kuwait and live and to get to know his Arabic family. What he wanted was peace and acceptance. He has found that on many levels but we are not living near each other (he in Kuwait-me in Texas) and we miss each other terribly.

This Sunday I have been asked to play my auto-harp and sing at a Unity Study Group meeting. I remembered the songs I had heard on that tape I played for my son. I had passed forward the old tape to a friend and had not heard the songs since. So I Googled How could anyone ever tell you? And your website came up and I played your songs and remembered my son and me in the car so many years ago so I emailed him your website. I know when he hears the songs we will both be in the car again crying-it is only a matter of time.

Thank you with all my heart,

–Debbie Lundrigan

www.basconet.com