I have a tendency to wear out albums. I listen to them over and over till they lose their magic. Eventually, I stop listening to them and oftentimes, never return to them. If I see them in a store, or they come up in conversation, I never hesitate to praise them, but at the same time, I do not bother to play them again. That’s why the moments when they come back are unusually special. After a month of happily listening, exclusively, to Christmas music, it was such a neat experience to hear the other music I love. As I set out to set up my Christmas present and my jumpstart to healthier choices, I turned on my “Thumbprint Radio.” It was great hearing “Angela,” Stapleton, Strait, and “Stable Song” afresh, but it was so neat hearing “Foreigner’s God,” especially that opening beat, again. The memories of that song pushing me to stay ever strong in Vegas where I felt as Hozier puts it, “an alien in their culture”, and knowing how it further pushes me when people tell me that I shouldn’t, can’t and won’t become a doctor, always kind of makes me happy. Happy, because I don’t know that anyone will ever say that we truly belong somewhere, but fortunately I know full well that the power to belong, rather to succeed, lies within ourselves, not them.