YouTube introduced me to Paul Potts, the cell phone salesman who won Britain's Got Talent this summer. I was charmed by Paul's round little body, his snaggle tooth, and his apparent terror. But his voice took me away from this world. It made me cry.
In the time between my first YouTube viewing and this morning, I'd forgotten his last name, only had his first and the fact that he sold cell phones. Google supplied the rest in 0.13 seconds.
Just downloaded Paul's CD, One Chance, from iTunes. Never been much of an opera fan, but this man's voice is a conduit to the Great Beyond, a connection to angels. Listening to him feels like finding something I didn't know I'd lost but have been looking for, for ages. It loosens a knot in my soul and eases my shoulders down from my ears.
I'd rave on, but Paul and I are going for a bike ride now. We may not be back for a long, long time.