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Piano Lessons................Frog Lady

  Author:  49025  Category:(Interesting) Created:(8/15/2002 11:40:00 AM)
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Piano lessons

Robby was 11 years old when his mother
As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel.  But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him.

At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me play someday." But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability.  I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up.  She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.

Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons.  I thought about calling him but assumed, because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming.  He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!

Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital.

To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify.  He said that his Mom had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing.  "Miss Hondorf...I've just got to play!" he insisted.

I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe   it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be alright.

The night for the recital came.  The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my "curtain closer."

Well the recital went off without a hitch...  The students had been practicing and it showed.  Then Robby came up on stage.  His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he' run an eggbeater through it.

"Why didn't he dress up like the other students?"

I thought.  "Why   didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"

Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began.  I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C. Major.

I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo...from allegro to virtuoso.  His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent!

Never had I heard Mozart played so well by a person his age  After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.

Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy.

"I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it?"

Through the microphone Robby explained:  "Well Miss Hondorf...remember I told you my Mom was sick? 

Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well....she was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."  There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening.

As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.  No, I've never had a protege but that night I became a protege...of Robby's.  He was the teacher and I was the pupil.

For it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.

This is especially meaningful to me since after serving in Desert Storm, Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995, where he  was reportedly....playing the piano.

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Date: 8/15/2002 11:51:00 AM  From Authorid: 56381    Awww what a sweet story!! Very good post xoxoxo *Shakira Babe*  
Date: 8/15/2002 11:54:00 AM  From Authorid: 60426    awww. thats so sad. I hope it give inspiration to others. Di.  
Date: 8/15/2002 11:55:00 AM  From Authorid: 61811    aww! that is soo sweet! ~WFP~  
Date: 8/15/2002 11:56:00 AM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 49025    My bestfriend emailed this to me. I thought I would share it!   
Date: 8/15/2002 12:04:00 PM  From Authorid: 49989    Aww, I like that story!  
Date: 8/15/2002 12:21:00 PM  From Authorid: 58611    sniff, sniff, wiping away tears, this was really good.  
Date: 8/15/2002 12:32:00 PM  From Authorid: 47699    That is one of the sweetest and saddest things I have ever read. It's sure to touch the heart of anyone who reads it. Thank you for posting this.  
Date: 8/15/2002 1:31:00 PM  From Authorid: 46527    <sniff>...that's so sad  
Date: 8/15/2002 11:02:00 PM  From Authorid: 56369    *Wimpers* awwww so sweet *Sniff* Turely inspiraing -honeysoul  
Date: 9/4/2002 10:23:00 AM  From Authorid: 28363    ooohh, this is.. so beautiful and touching, it makes me feel something (wahhhh) what is that? Could that be emotions *sniff* I'm feeling (ouch, those hurt) Thank you for sharing  

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