08/07/2026
One thread kept weaving its way through the stories as I wandered through The Beatles Story museum in Liverpool, UK.
With the headphones on 🎧, listening to the history behind the music 🎶 and taking in each exhibit, I realized I wasn't thinking as much about the songs...
I was thinking about the people.
Before they became two of the greatest songwriters in history, John Lennon and Paul McCartney were just two boys who had both lost their mothers far too young. 💔
Paul was 14 when his mum, Mary, died of breast cancer.
About eight months later, in July 1957, 15-year-old Paul met 16-year-old John at a neighborhood church fair, where John was playing with The Quarrymen. 🎸
Before the day was over, John had invited Paul to join the band.
Less than a year later, John's mum, Julia, was struck and killed by a car. 💔
As I listened, I found myself wondering what it must have meant for two teenagers to find someone else who understood that kind of loss.
Then another thought quietly found its way in...
Sometimes our deepest pain becomes the place where we find people who truly understand us.
Sometimes it's also the place where we discover a passion, a purpose, or a determination we never knew we had. 🌱
Not because heartbreak is a gift...
But because human beings have an incredible capacity to keep loving, creating, and hoping, even after life breaks our hearts. ✨
As I was leaving, Yellow Submarine started playing. 🎶
I smiled. 😊
Not because it was my favorite Beatles song...
But because after spending a few hours listening to stories of loss, friendship, hope, and the people behind the music, it somehow felt like a quiet reminder...
We're all just trying to find our place in the world.
And maybe...
We're all traveling through it together. 🌍 💜