At the end of each weekly lesson, he would always say, “My mom’s going to hear me play someday.” That would be a priceless gift, but to me, it seemed hopeless.
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The Four Candles
The four candles burned slowly. The ambiance was so soft, one could almost hear them talking. The first candle said, “I am peace. The world is full of anger and fighting. Nobody can keep me lit.” Then the flame of peace snuffed out completely. The second candle said, “I am faith. I am no longer indispensable. It doesn’t make sense to stay lit another moment.” Just then a breeze softly blew out Faith’s flame. The third candle said, “I am love. People don’t understand my importance, so they simply put me aside. They even forget to love those nearest Read More
Courage of a Hero
In last week’s blog post, people wondered about A Quirky Old Man who every Friday evening would walk to the end of a fishing pier with a bucket of shrimp to feed the seagulls. This week’s blog post explains why he did this. It’s called Courage of a Hero. On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, Captain Eddie Rickenbacker and his six-member crew looked for the island of destination. They never spotted it and could not get bearings from the ill-equipped island. They were nearly out of fuel and knew once they crashed into the sea, they Read More