How Pavarotti Saved My Sanity

When my 9 year old son was born, he had a lot of health problems and had a really hard time sleeping. Crying a lot was inevitable and understandable. One day, while trying to calm him down, I sat in the rocking chair to rock him and began flipping the channels on the tv, because I knew if I didn't occupy my head with something I'd be asleep myself. He continued crying until I got to the PBS channel and The Three Tenors were on. He stopped crying. I changed the channel and he started crying again, so back it went. I played with it a bit more, but it was always the same.

So, Pavarotti became a huge part of his first year of life. I'm saddened by his death today, but thought I'd share the story of how he saved my sanity that year.