Someone asked me why I chose this song…
When I was a little boy, no more than five or six years of age, I experienced something that’s described in this song:
“…When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons…”
When in Iran, we were staying at the port town of Bandar Abbas, where my family owned a shipping business. I had an extremely high fever. I was up all night. I distinctly remember the fear in my mother’s eyes as she would put a towel soaked with ice-cold water on my forehead, only to watch it steam up because I was so hot. I’m convinced my life ended that day… for on that early summer morning I died. I remember being in the room with my body as my mother sat over me furiously trying to lower my body temperature.
Perhaps it was not my time to go, or perhaps (more likely) it was my mother’s prayers that spared my life. That was the first time I died and that’s why I chose this song.
I died a second death at the age of sixteen, but we’ll leave that story for another day…