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At The Prodding Of My Friends, I Am Writing This ...
Contributed by Sermon Central on Nov 9, 2001 (message contributor)
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story.
My name is Mildred Hondorf.
I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines, Iowa.
I’ve always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons--something
I’ve done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have
many levels of musical ability. I’ve never had the pleasure of having a
protégé though I have taught some talented students.
However, I’ve also had my share of what I call "musically challenged"
pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his
mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I
prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which
I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his
mother’s dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student.
Well, Robby
began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a
hopeless endeavor. 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 all right. 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’d run an egg-beater 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 someone 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 protégé but that night I became a protégé...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 on 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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