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
Grace
How can a blog post with a one-word title like “Grace” have enough depth and undisputed merit to warrant such an endeavor? Read on and find out. What if all the editors gave unmeasured grace to every writer who submitted his or her work? That would be an unkind kindness. Readers everywhere would be deluged with atrocious articles or books, although there might be a spattering of good reading material. Unmeasured grace would not do good to increase the author’s writing skills or the reader’s enjoyment of a good read. What if reviews gushed on with how great all published Read More