"She did it purely out of the goodness of her heart"

Devine Intervention?- Fate?- Luck?- (Nah)
“She did it purely out of the goodness of her heart”

I was not a member of CWF when we attended the CW concert in Savannah, GA on March 2nd. However, I often frequented the site and enjoy reading all of your posts.
You guys (and ladies) have such a genuine compassion for this incredible group of ladies.

I too, share that passion.

I would like to share an experience with you that we (may family) had on that Sunday afternoon, while waiting for the show to begin.

First off-
As I explained in my indoctrination post, this was my wife’s and I 3rd time around for seeing CW.. Twice last year at the Fox in Atlanta, and now this one. However, it was the first time for our granddaughter- Samantha. She is 12 years old, and she has grown to love and admire the music, and the girls, as much or more than I have. So, with tickets in hand, her mother (my daughter), her father, her grandmother, and I take the pilgrimage southward to the old port city to await what was to become- the most memorable evening in young Samantha’s life thus far.

On the way down, I could visualize the expression on Samantha’s face upon first seeing the smoke roll, and Mairead making her appearance on stage.. I knew that I didn’t want to miss seeing the look on her face, when that moment happened.

Now Samantha loves her “Pops” (that’s me), but she will probably be the first to tell you that it is increasingly hard to find many common threads that bond with her grandfather. However, when it comes to Celtic Woman, she and I can just chat on, and on, and on..
That- is another amazing thing about the Celtic Woman family (all of us); I look at the ages of the general populous of the forum family, and find that there is no generation gap.
From 10 to 100, We’re all in the same gap…lol That is a wonderful thing, and it speaks volumes for the way Celtic Woman has touched our lives.. (Back to the story)

At about 5 o’clock that evening, we took a short stroll up the city market area, and let the ladies do some bargain hunting, while my son and law and I hung out on a lamp post to catch some of the local musicians. Afterward, heading back to the motel (which is across the street from the venue that the ladies will be performing), we see three buses lined up in front of the theater. “Three nice buses” or motor homes- if you will. Getting closer, I notice two security people standing in between the buses and the rear entrance to the theater.. I stop and ask the officer; “Is this you know who”? She reluctantly replied with a nod of the head. Now- at that moment, my destination has changed. What was the hotel, is now the retaining wall of a flower bed about 100 feet away from the buses. Samantha, and I find a place on the retaining wall, and sit and wait.. We had no idea what we were waiting for.. Something.. Anything.. We didn’t care.. We just knew that we were as close to our heroes as we had ever been, and could… Just “might” actually get to see anyone of them while transitioning from the buses to the theater… HOWEVER!! WHAT’S THIS?? Another bus is parked to our immediate left. It looks like the other three buses, but it is parked much closer to the side door of the theater… We quickly assessed –THAT’S THEM!!! My other family members realized that Samantha and I wasn’t going anywhere, so we made them room on the flower bed wall to sit down.. 30 minutes go by- nothing.. 40 or so minutes- and I can see Ray coming out of one of the three buses, looking like he just needed to catch some fresh air and stretch his muscles a bit…

I hollored: “Hey Ray” and waived… He waived back and kinda looked at us like who is that insane man with the young girl over there?? (I didn’t care)

With the windows of all “four” buses being tinted so you could not see in, we had no idea of what kind of attention we were getting (if any)…Are the girls actually looking at us??
We didn’t know if they actually “were” on the bus… Still we waited..

Another 10 minutes or so, and my wife finally convinced us it was time to go back to the motel and begin dressing for the evening.. Samantha and I gave in, but it was not in whole hearted agreement.. It was rather warm for an early spring day, but still cool enough for Samantha to have a light hooded jacket on.. Somewhat cold, and feeling a little dejected, she pulled the hood over her head as we walked past “THE” bus…Walking by, I just stuck my hand up and waived to “whoever” might be aboard.. As we reached the front part of the bus, a young lady came from my blind right hand side, out of nowhere.. She had beautiful red hair, and the face of an angel…. You guessed it!
Orlagh Fallon
I spoke first. “Excuse me miss, you’re Orlagh Fallon, aren’t you”? In a bashful and humbling manner she acknowledged and shook my hand.. “Miss Fallon, we are huge fans of yours, this is truly an honor”…She asked us if we were going to the show, and we told her we were. Then she moved her eyes immediately to Samantha. Samantha had been sitting for nearly an hour with a pen and piece of paper in hand, awaiting the opportunity.. It had finally arrived. We had no idea that we were going to get “any” autograph of any kind, so all Samantha had for Orlagh to sign was the receipt that her mother had just gotten from purchasing a wildly green shamrock necklace for Samantha.. Samantha had the necklace on the whole time she was sitting on the flower bed wall, and I’m sure that Orlagh (and whoever else was in that bus) noticed the shamrock around Samantha’s neck.. They had to also notice that she had been patient, and was finally getting cold as the evening sun began setting…

As Orlagh was signing Sam’s receipt, she smiled the whole time.. She told her that she was a very beautiful young lady, and of course she told us all, she loved our accents.(Southern of course).. Knowing that the moment was going to come to an abrupt end.. I couldn’t think of anything to say before parting.. But I knew that I’d better make it up quick…What’s the most sincere thing I can say to Orlagh Fallon at this very moment?? “Miss Fallon- you sing and play beautifully” To that she gave a slight cursory type bow, and we shook hands good-bye..

When she got out of sight… I had to do my best Fred Sanford impression- holding my heart and looking skyward to the heavens to say: “You hear that Elizabeth.. I’m coming to you honey by way of Carrickfergus”… What a way to begin the evening.. Samantha had a smile on her face that to this day is still there…She clutched the piece of paper with disbelief… Til finally, she asked her dad to keep it in his billfold until she got home.. Though she had to touch it about 50 times, before she got back home… Unbeleivable!!

Who knows- why, Orlagh came out of that bus.. One reason maybe, there were not a lot of people around.. We basically were the only ones… Maybe it was because she felt sorry for us waiting so long.. Maybe she was touched by the little girl wearing the bright green shamrock around her neck…All I know is, she didn’t have to do it.. I’m sure she is a pretty good judge of character.. Hopefully, she didn’t thing we were going to mug her or anything like that… She had to have looked at the sincerity on that childs face and know what a hug impression it was going to make in her life.. And then suddenly, there she was….

May God Bless You Orlagh,