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  From: MARIE FULLER 
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    This is a true story and it will give you the chills.

              This is a beautiful and touching story of love and
              perseverance. Well worth the read.
              At the prodding of my friends I am writing this story. My name is 
 
              Mildred Honor and I am a former elementary school music      
              teacher from Des  Moines, Iowa. I have always supplemented my
              income by teaching piano  lessons - something I have done for   
              over 30 years.

              During those years I found that children have many levels of
               musical ability,and even though I have never had the  pleasure of
               having a prodigy, I have taught some very talented students.;    
 
               However, I have also  had my share of what  I call 'musically
               challenged' pupils - one  such pupil being 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 his piano lessons and from the   beginning I
               thought it  was a hopeless endeavour. 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
               piano 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 would always  say 'My mom's going to hear me play
               someday'. But to me, 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  dropped in.

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

                Several weeks later I mailed a flyer recital to the  students'
                homes.To  my surprise, Robby (who had received a flyer)
                asked  me  if he  could be in the recital. I told him that the
                recital  was for current pupils and that because he had dropped
                out, he  really  did not qualify. He told me that his mother had
                been  sick and unable to take him to his piano lessons, but that
                he had been  practicing. 'Please  Miss Honor, I've just got to
                play' he  insisted. I don't know what led me  to allow him to 
play
                in the recital - perhaps it was his insistence or  maybe
                something inside of me saying that it would be  all right 
       
                The night of the recital came and the high school  gymnasium
                was packed  with parents, relatives and friends. I  put Robby
                last in the program, just before I was to come up and thank al
    l           the students and play a finishing piece. I thought  that any
               damage he might 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 the  stage.
                His clothes  were wrinkled and his hair looked as  though he
                had run an egg beater through it. 'Why  wasn't he dressed 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 I was surprised  when he
               announced  that he had chosen to play Mozart's Concerto No.
               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 
               anyone 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 have never heard you play like that Robby,  how did you do 
it?'
               Through the  microphone Robby explained: 'Well, Miss Honor ....
               remember I told you  that my mom was sick? Well, she actually
               had cancer and passed away this morning. And  well ..... she 
               was born deaf, so tonight was the first time she had ever  heard
               me play, and 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 in to foster care, I noticed  that even  their eyes were
              red and puffy. I thought to myself  then how much richer my life
              had been for taking Robby as my  pupil. No, I have never had a
              prodigy, but that night  I became a prodigy .... of Robby. He was
              the teacher and I was the pupil,  for he had taught me the
              meaning of  perseverance and love and believing in yourself, and
              may be even taking a chance on someone and you didn't know 
              why.

             Robby was killed years later in the senseless bombing  of the
             Alfred P. Murray Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April, 1995

             And now, a footnote to the story. If you are thinking  about
             forwarding  this message, you are probably  wondering which
             people on your address list aren't  the 'appropriate' ones to 
receive
             this type of message. The person who sent  this to you believes
             that we can all make a difference! So many seemingly  trivial
             interactions between two people present us with a choice -Do
             we act with compassion or do we pass up that  opportunity and
             leave the world a bit colder in the process?

             You now have two choices:1. Delete this; OR 2. Forward  it to the
              people  you care about.You know the choice I made. Thank you      
       for reading this.May God Bless you today, tomorrow and always.
              for if God  didn't have a purpose for  us, we wouldn't be here!


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