Though Toby Keith, the Iegendary country music singer and songwriter, has mostly been on a three-year sabbatical from singing as he battles back against stomach cancer, his recent on-stage appearance in Las Vegas showed audiences that Keith could be making a come back now that his stomach surgery is over and the can cer battle is going well.
So, as he gets back into music and performing, Keith appeared on the Bobby Bones Show, an entertainment industry-focused radio show, to taIk about his battle with can cer and how it is going.
He also spoke about what challenges he has faced as he, now that his stomach can cer battle forced him to take a few year break from singing after years performing, gets back into a very Iimited performing schedule.
Commenting on that, Keith said, I haven’t worked a handfuI of shows in the last three years, but I worked every year for 27-28 years. He then added that his chief concern was remembering the words, saying : The only thing I had that concerned me was being away from it for three years and remembering all the words.
They subconsciousIy come to you when you’re working, you don’t even think about it. You know them. Getting completely away from them and having to start back.
But, though he feared he would have to use a teleprompter to help him remember the words as he gets back in the swing of things, that proved unnecessary.
According to the country music legend, he easily refound his groove and the lyrics came flooding back to him.
Though the lyrics issue fortunateIy turned out to be a non-issue, Keith commented on an unexpected issue that cropped up as he started singing again: finding the stomach muscles to sing loudly and longly.
That issue came not just from his not having been singing in recent years, but from the stomach surgery required for his cancer battle.
He said, The thing I had to overcome—the surgery I had on my stomach they had to stitch on my diaphragm. Not using it to sing every night, that is a muscle.
So I had to really work that to get it where I sing really really hard and really really vioIent and loud, I didn’t have that last 10 percent on the bottom where I could just belt anything. Like when I sang ‘McArthur Park’ at Carnegie Hall, it’s like opera stuff. So, I don’t know if I could do that, but what I do on stage is no problem.
My Boss Terminated Me for Wearing Thrift Store Attire – My Colleagues Came to My Defense and Delivered a Powerful Lesson
When the company owner barged in and abruptly fired me for wearing second-hand clothes, my world imploded. Little did I know, my co-workers were planning an act that would turn everything around and emphasize the true strength of our workplace community.
Never did I think that buying clothes from a thrift store would cost me my job. But life’s full of surprises, especially when you’re a single mother struggling to make ends meet.
It began like any other Tuesday morning. I was at my desk, taking calls and welcoming clients with my usual cheer. The office buzzed with its routine hustle — keys clacking, printers working, and the aroma of fresh coffee in the air.
Kate from HR peeked around the corner. “Hey Claire, how are the kids?”
“Oh, you know,” I chuckled. “Sophie’s engrossed in her science project, and Noah’s set on memorizing every dinosaur name.”
Kate smiled. “Sounds like you have your hands full.”
“Always,” I said. “But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
Just then, the elevator chimed. The doors opened to reveal a familiar face I hadn’t seen in over a year — Victor, the company owner.
Panic surged through me. I quickly stood, smoothing my thrift store blouse. “Good morning, Mr. Harrison! Welcome back!”
Victor’s eyes narrowed at me, his expression hardening. “What are you wearing?”
I glanced at my outfit, puzzled. “I — ”
“Is this how you present yourself to our clients?” he demanded loudly. “In these… these rags?”
The office fell silent, every eye on us.
“Mr. Harrison, I — ”
“No excuses,” he interrupted. “A receptionist’s attire should reflect our brand. You’re terminated. Leave immediately.”
My world spun. “But sir, I’m a single mom. I can’t — ”
“Out!” he shouted. “Now!”
Tears stung as I gathered my belongings. Kate tried to intervene, but Victor silenced her with a glare.
The drive home was a blur. How would I explain this to Sophie and Noah? How would we survive? I unlocked our apartment door, and there they were — my little warriors.
Sophie instantly knew something was wrong. “Mom, what happened?”
I hugged them close, the smell of grape juice and play-doh soothing me. “I lost my job today, sweethearts.”
Noah hugged me tighter. “It’s okay, Mommy. We still love you.”
I stifled a sob. “I love you too, munchkins. So much.”
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