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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Housekeeper Without a Home
Martha has it all together. She arises early every morning, showers, gets dressed, and heads for the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her husband and family. Afterwards, she loads the dishwasher, packs her husband’s lunch and sends him off to work. She sees to it that her children are dressed, have their teeth brushed, and all their homework in each of their backpacks. She has her weekly routine of household chores laid out before her. In addition to Monday’s laundry and changing bedding, she vacuums, dusts, and tidies her immaculate house. She takes meat out for supper, and bakes either Read More
A Priceless Gift
I came across this story of a woman from Des Moines, Iowa. I’ll let her tell it in her own words. My name is Mildred Honor. I’m an elementary-school music teacher – something I’ve done for over thirty years. Even though I’ve never had the pleasure of having a prodigy, I have taught some very talented students. I’ve also had my share of ‘musically challenged’ pupils; 11-year old Robby was such a pupil. His mother ( a single mom) dropped him off for his first lesson. I prefer students begin at an earlier age, but Robby said it had always Read More