Vince Gill is a country singer with an impressive resume; boasting the most Grammy Awards ever won by a male country music singer and more than 20 albums to his name.
Gill who was inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame in 2007, first came to our attention as a member of country rock band Pure Prairie League in 1979.
Four decades later he is a much-loved and much in demand performer who was invited to sing on the legendary Grand Ole Opry stage alongside the band Little Big Town.
But bosses told him he could perform on one condition — he didn’t sing about Jesus.
So how could anyone deny this talented, brilliant artist the right to sing the song he wanted at a performance?
His response caused the crowd to jump to their feet.
Gill, who was born in Oklahoma in 1957, became a solo artist in the ’80s. In recent years the devout christian has incorporated more gospel music into his appearances.
Recently he was invited to perform at the Grand Ole Opry, in Nashville Tennessee, a weekly country music stage concert which has been going since 1925.
But bosses said he could perform as long as he didn’t do any religious songs, namely about Jesus.
Gill could have adhered to this instruction ignoring his instinct to want to sing about his faith. But instead he did something different.He ignored these rules and instead sang “Why Me Lord,” a powerful song written and recorded by American country music artist and gospel singer Kris Kristofferson in 1972.
Since, the song has been performed by musical greats such as Elvis Presley and Johnny Cash.
Gill’s performance resulted in a standing ovation showing that nobody else really cared what the song was about but how moving the performance was.
See a clip of him performing in the video below.
Gill’s decision to perform a song true to his faith and musical style is truly brave, and not everyone would have had the guts to defy orders this way.
Then again, when you’re in the Country Music Hall of Fame, you get to make your own rules sometimes!
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My Neighbor Vanished and Everyone Pretended Nothing Happened Until I Found Out What She Was Hiding — Story of the Day
I thought I’d found peace in my new neighborhood, but when my only friend vanished, and everyone pretended nothing happened, I knew this place had secrets—and I wasn’t sure I wanted to uncover them.
Moving to the quiet, gated neighborhood felt like walking into a dream—or so I thought. The streets were lined with pristine hedges, white picket fences, and houses that looked like they belonged in a lifestyle magazine.
“This is it,” I whispered, clutching the keys. “A fresh start.”
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Inside, the house was everything I’d hoped for—spacious, quiet, and untouched. Sunlight streamed through the windows, painting golden streaks on the hardwood floors. Yet, as I unpacked, an uneasy feeling crept over me, like I was being watched.
“Get a grip, Clara,” I muttered, shaking my head.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I peeked through the blinds. Across the street, a man stood at his window, staring. He didn’t look away, even when our eyes met. His gaze felt invasive, as though he could see through me.
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“Who does that?” I whispered, drawing the curtains.
The next day, I met Victoria. Her voice broke the silence as I fumbled with grocery bags.
“You must be new!” she said brightly, walking toward me.
“I am,” I replied, startled.
“Don’t worry,” she said, smiling. “I’m Victoria. Welcome to the neighborhood.”
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“Clara,” I said, shaking her hand.
“Let me guess,” she said with a smirk. “Collin’s been watching?”
I nodded, and she laughed softly.
“Don’t let him scare you. He’s odd, but harmless.”
Victoria became a lifeline, her warmth and charm a welcome distraction.
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But as our friendship grew, so did Collin’s attention. He wasn’t just watching from his window anymore. He lingered near my mailbox, paced the sidewalk, and stood on his porch as if waiting.
One evening, unable to bear being alone with him lurking outside, I called Victoria. “Want to come over for dinner?”
“Of course! I’ll bring wine.”
Her presence immediately put me at ease. Over dinner, I found the courage to open up.
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“So, why this neighborhood?” she asked, refilling our glasses.
“I’m leaving my husband. David. He’s a tyrant,” I admitted. “While the divorce is in process, I’m hiding here. People think he’s perfect, but no one would believe me.”
“Oh, honey…”
“No, I need to explain. This is him,” I said, showing her a photo.
Victoria’s fingers tightened on her glass. The warmth in her eyes vanished.
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“Are you okay?”
“He looks familiar, that’s all.”
The rest of the evening felt strained, though she tried to brush it off.
“Don’t worry, Clara,” she said. “Your secrets are safe with me.”
I wanted to believe her. For the first time in months, I felt lighter.
But the next morning, Victoria disappeared. Across the street, Collin stood on his porch, watching.
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***
No one spoke about Victoria, not even in passing. Her absence was like a ripple that vanished before it reached the shore. It was eerie, like she had been erased.
“Maybe that’s just how people are in small towns,” I muttered, watching Mrs. Peterson water her flowers, completely unbothered.
I wanted to ask her, mention Victoria’s name, and see if she reacted, but I stopped myself.
What if it makes me look nosy? Or worse, suspicious?
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The silence about her disappearance struck me as strange. You’d expect at least a comment from someone as lively and charming as Victoria. But there was nothing.
One evening, after pacing my living room for what felt like hours, I made a decision.
“I need answers,” I whispered, grabbing my coat.
The sun had just set as I approached Victoria’s house. Her curtains were drawn, and the porch light flickered faintly. Everything felt wrong. Too still, too empty. I hesitated at the door, then reached for the handle.
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“Just a quick look. In and out.”
The door creaked open easily, as though it hadn’t been locked. Inside, the faint scent of her perfume lingered.
The living room looked untouched. Books sat on the coffee table, and a teacup rested on the counter, its contents dried into a dark stain. It was like she’d vanished mid-day.
My eyes landed on a photo on the mantel: Victoria with a young boy, about eight, with a mischievous grin. Something about his face tugged at my memory.
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“Why does he look familiar?” I murmured, brushing the frame.
Before I could think further, the sound of the front door creaking open froze me in place. My heart pounded as footsteps echoed through the house.
Panicking, I darted into a narrow closet, pressing my hands over my mouth to stay silent.
Through the slats, I saw Victoria step into the room.
Why is she sneaking around her own house?
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The answer came when I saw who was with her.
David. My husband!
Seeing him with Victoria sent a wave of nausea through me.
“She’s living next door,” Victoria said. “You need to deal with this before she ruins everything.”
David nodded, his face dark and calculating, the same look I’d seen so many times behind closed doors.
My chest tightened. My husband and my friend, conspiring together. And the person they were plotting against… was me.
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***
I felt the walls of the closet closing in. My breaths came fast and shallow, each one sharper than the last. The darkness around me felt suffocating.
Panic clawed at my chest, threatening to unravel me completely. I gritted my teeth, trying to stay still, trying not to make a sound.
I can’t stay here.
My fingers trembled as I clutched the edge of the closet door, waiting for the right moment.
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Finally, their voices faded, replaced by the sound of their footsteps moving to another room.
“Now,” I whispered to myself, summoning every ounce of courage I had left.
I slipped out of the closet as quietly as I could. Each step toward the back door felt like it took an eternity. I gripped the doorknob, turned it slowly, and pushed the door open just enough to slip through.
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The cool night air hit me like a slap, but I didn’t have time to savor it. I took one step toward freedom…
And a hand clamped down on my arm.
“Gotcha,” a voice hissed.
My stomach dropped as I spun around.
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***
“Shh, quiet. Come with me,” a voice whispered urgently in the darkness.
Then I turned, startled, to see Collin—my strange, unsettling neighbor, standing just a few feet away.
“Collin?”
“Move,” he said quietly, gripping my arm. “Now.”
I hesitated, but there was something in his tone that left no room for argument. I followed him as he led me through a narrow, hidden gap in the fence into his yard.
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Once inside his house, Collin bolted the door and flipped the lock. His movements were brisk and deliberate. He handed me a glass of water.
“Sit,” he said, gesturing to a chair.
I sank into it, my legs barely able to hold me up. The glass trembled in my hands as I took a sip. My mind was spinning, trying to piece together what had just happened.
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“You need to stay here for now,” he said, peeping out his window. “Victoria and your husband are headed to your place.”
“Why… why would they…”
He raised a hand to stop me. “I’ll explain, but first, breathe. You look like you’re about to pass out.”
I took a shaky breath, but it didn’t help much. “Why are you helping me?”
“Because Victoria is my ex-wife,” he said flatly as if that explained everything.
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“What?!”
“She made my life hell for years,” Collin continued, his tone bitter but calm. “I stuck around for the sake of our son, but she turned him into… her.”
He paused, his eyes flickering with something close to regret. “Manipulative. Controlling. A little carbon copy of herself.”
I stared at him. “What are you saying?”
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He looked at me with pity. “That boy… is your David. Victoria is his mother.”
The room spun. I gripped the edge of the chair, feeling like the ground was falling out from under me.
“No. That can’t be true.”
He paused, his eyes narrowing as if remembering something.
“When I saw you start a friendship with Victoria, I got worried. My ex-wife doesn’t make friends just for the sake of it. She’s always playing some angle, and I knew there had to be more to it.”
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I blinked, trying to process his words. “So, you’ve been watching me?”
He nodded without a hint of apology. “Yeah. When Victoria gets involved with someone, the reason’s never good. I wasn’t sure what she wanted from you. When I saw you sneaking into her house, I knew something was off.”
“You saw me?”
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“Of course, I saw you,” he said, his tone sharp but not unkind. “I followed you. Then I heard them. David came because of his wife, because of you! But how did Victoria find the connection between you and David?”
“David’s photo… I showed it to Victoria. That’s why she disappeared!”
Collin frowned. “I see. That’s why I couldn’t let you go back to your house alone. Victoria is dangerous, Clara. She’s manipulative and ruthless. You’re a target for her.”
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I stared at him, my pulse pounding in my ears. His words made too much sense. Victoria had been so warm, so charming, but it was all a game to her. The weight of his words pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe.
“What can I do now? I escaped from David here. But thanks to Victoria, he could find me.” I finally whispered, tears stinging my eyes.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already called the police. They’ll be here soon. And trust me, David never hurt you again.”
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His humor, absurd as it was, somehow broke through my fear.
“You’re taking this awfully lightly,” I said, managing a weak smile as I wiped my face.
“Experience,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “When you’ve survived Victoria, you either find a sense of humor or go completely mad. I chose a little of both.”
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A laugh escaped me, startling in its loudness. It felt strange, laughing in the middle of chaos. But Collin’s strange blend of cynicism and kindness was exactly what I needed.
As the sound of sirens grew louder, Collin stood and gestured toward the door. “Time to face it, huh?”
I nodded, rising on shaky legs. “Yeah. Time to face it.”
I squared my shoulders, took a deep breath, and stepped outside. The flashing red and blue lights painted the night sky, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt ready to confront my past and leave it behind.
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