I can hear the sound of the drums and the trumpet approaching me that day. It was the day that the boy scouts paraded down the street next t0 the town hall where I worked. Everyone wanted to see the parade. Hundreds of boys were camping somewhere nearby and they were parading down the streets in their own order. The music was pulsating. I felt the vibrations of the drum roll as the boys marched closer. I felt like jumping and dancing. Something was happening. It was as if I was getting happier and happier with such amazing sounds. It was like heaven on earth. They were playing one of the local songs, a calypso. It was so sweet that I felt like jumping but I restrained myself. The happiness I felt was contagious. Everyone was excited, but as the trumpet blast and drum rolls passed me, so did the happy feeling. Just like that a momentary feeling of euphora all gone. The joy of the Lord is important. Like the beautiful music I heard there are many things that give joy but joy ...