Category: Writers Block
Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her.
Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door
marked "NO ADMITTANCE." When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing.
Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on
the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw
her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."
At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing."
Then leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left
hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obbligato. Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was mesmerized.
That's the way it is in life. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't exactly graceful flowing music. But when we trust in the hands of a Greater Power, our life's work truly can be beautiful.
Next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You can hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing."
that story is cute. thanks
I like this. I know that's all I keep saying, but...lol. Keep posting. I really do enjoy these.
...also it hurts us not to give to others positive reinforcement.
Back several years ago there was in a neighboring Townhouse a Lady who lived there along with her young grand daughter. The Grandmother shared with me how she had placed the child's hands on the piano from an infant and early on providing her with lessons... by the time this young girl was 7 she was alreadied in competition with those aged 12-15... her goal to be a concert pianist and she was well on her way...
The young gal's favorite time to practice was late in the midnight hours. She played beautifully, soothing the melodies produced.
Now realizing the walls between our TownHouses seemed at times to be paper thin, I would make it a point to venture downstairs to my living room where I could hear this gal's playing from the other side of the wall during those midnight hours... I felt so honored to listen in from the other side. I remember once mentioning to my neighbor that I desired that her grand daughter would play just a bit louder... She laughed and said you're kidding and as it is I have to tell her to lower it as the neighbor on the other side of her TownHouse had reported her to management for making too loud a noise.
Looking back I somehow can't think it was the piano playing that was all the uproar, just a scapegoat as it were, to log a complaint for these two neighbors had it seemed ever a clash going on between them... Maybe I am wrong...??
As far as I am concerned, there is a need for more of the Paderewski's of your story to be had in this world, with the words, "Don't quit. Keep playing."
Connie ~ Grace
All I can say is, very good Black Prince and Grace.
I agree with Gemini.
Keep playing.
Bob