Think Starise got the right idea here. This belongs in the dark recesses of some tech forum. Not a lot of interest beside Leadfoot and Jyoti. My fault for not presenting it right.
Since this thread is headed to the bottom of the birdcage, can go off topic. Would want to throw in a story of human interest that inspires me and hope will inspire others. This regarding the church ministers (NOT RELIGION!!!).
I've been working with two preachers to get this project off the ground. Preacher Joe and Preacher Edwin.
Both these guys are gems of humanity on the high end of the bell curve compared to the rest of us. Preacher Joe lives a mile away from me. The guy is an excellent guitarist, vocalist, song writer, bass player. CD's out. Veteran Reaper recording engineer. Preacher Joe is the one pushing the Holy Tones program. His only greater merit is the scope of his universal vision.
Preacher Edwin is also a gifted drummer, vocalist, piano player. Not so conversant with digital stuff.
Preached Edwin is the main fuse for the church. He is an interim minister for a couple months until he goes back to his native Uganda to continue his mission there.
You meet Preacher Edwin for the first time and your gut reaction is one of revulsion and fear till you overcome what he looks like and sense the incredible beauty inside the individual.
Edwin is a big man. So black he is almost purple. His face or what is left of it is a mass of mutilating scars. One eye missing.
Before his conversion in the care of the holy sisters of somewhere over there, Edwin was walking down the road when he was run over and dragged several hundred feet by a truck. What was left of him was spit out on the roadside. The truck never stopped. He said "Unfortunately life is cheap where I come from".
Multiple broken bones and a chopped up pile of dead meat. Covered with flies and vultures circling overhead.
When they found him, he was pronounced dead. The got a truck to take his body to a field to bury him. They dug a hole and tossed him in.
Edwin was about totally buried. His arm and hand were last above the dirt. Before the last shovel covered him forever, one of the grave diggers saw a finger twitch.
One argued that he was still alive against the other digger who just wanted to complete their task and get paid.
They dug him up and flagged down a car. No ambulances available. The car loaded him in and dumped him off at a medical clinic staffed by nurses. No doctors and no pain pills. They cleaned him up, washed out the maggots that had already laid eggs. They splinted up his broken bones.
About a year of incredible pain and incredible recovery that few of us could have remotely survived.
Touch the feet of this warrior in respect. His perspective is all about the welfare of others, not on the pain he is still suffering for the rest of his stay on earth. His statement is that trials are given to overcome, so that we may build spiritual strength. Some just get dumped on more than others as per their need to evolve.
Will really miss this gentle soul when he heads back to Uganda. Like a candle light went dim out here in Oregon, but something will shine brighter over there.
John