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[aid] => mick
[title] => YOU WILL NEVER BE A PIANO PLAYER
[time] => 2004-01-21 06:26:35
[hometext] => Robby a boy of 11 had always wanted to play the piano for his mother, only one bad problem, Robby just could not play the piano, no matter how hard he tried!
[bodytext] => After much prodding from her friends, Mildred Hondorf has decided to tell her story. "I've taught children piano lessons for over 30 years, and not once did I ever get a prodigy! However, I've had my share of "musically challenged" pupils, and one such student was Robby. Robby was 11 when his single mom dropped him off for his lessons, and he was always ready. Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. I knew from the very first lesson, Robby would never be a piano player, he was a hopeless zero! As hard as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone, and basic rhythm to excel. Each lesson, I would listen and cringe, and many times wanted to bid him farewell! But he never gave up and each time he would say, "I can hardly wait until my Mom can hear me play!" It just seemed a hopeless endeavor, he didn't have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance, as she dropped him off each week in her aged car, she would wave as if cheery. Then one week Robby didn't show up for his lessons. Because of his inability, I assumed he had stopped playing, as something else beckons I was not sorry that he stopped coming, for he was a bad advertisement for my teaching. The piano for Robby was just too hard, no matter to him, how far reaching! Several weeks later I mailed a flyer to all my students, telling of the upcoming recital. Robby answered right back and said, "Miss Handorf, I've just got to play!" most tactful! He told me his mother had been very ill unable to bring him. I don't know why I told him he could be in the recital, for he really didn't qualify, it must have been a whim. That night the high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I purposely put Robby on last in the program, he could barely reach his octaves. The recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing, and not one would even flinch! Then Robby came up on the stage, and his clothes were wrinkled, his hair looked straggly. "Why hadn't his mother dressed him up or at least combed his hair surely!" Robby pulled out the piano bench and began, I was so surprised, he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major, I almost ran! I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, and they danced nimbly on the ivories, unvexed! From pianissimo to fortissimo to allegro to virtuoso! His suspended chords that Mozart demands were aglow! Never had I heard Mozart played so well for a boy of his age. After six and on half minutes he ended it page after page. A grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause. Overcome, and in tears, I ran on to the stage, putting my arms around Robby with joy. "I've never heard you play like that Robby!" "My mother had cancer, and passed away this morning. She was born deaf, and tonight was the first time she ever heard me play, I didn't want any notes missing!" As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed in foster care. I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy, there wasn't a dry eye anywhere. I'd never had a prodigy, but that night I became a prodigy of Robby. He had taught me the meaning of perseverance, love, and believing in yourself amply. Never taking a chance in someone, and giving up on them ever!" Sadly Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995. But his music and he will always be played over and over in my heart while I'm alive! Created by Cheri Cam LeBren January 2004 This was a true story told my Miss Mildred Handorf. The poem is mine. "When presented with seemingly trivial interactions between two people we have a choice: Do we act with compassion or do we pass up the opportunity to love, so that others too, may rejoice?" [comments] => 8 [counter] => 274 [topic] => 39 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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