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socialjustice_fsu · 08-11-2010, 11:31 PM

I have my beautiful piano that was given to me by my piano instructor (at my senior recital years ago) gracing an entire wall as the focal point in my living room. After measuring and remeasuring the sad conclusion was that it could not move 'with me.' The day following this conclusion I was still wallowing in my own self-centered sadness when I got a call to see one of my long term patient's that was deeply depressed and needed immediate intervention. I work for a hospice as a social worker. I visited 'Sheila' who is bedridden due to number of ailments. She is only 55 years old. She and her sister live in near poverty but love lives in their house. She was a choir director, accomplished musician, pianist and organist at her church for many years. She has a voice that will shake the rafters. She shared with me how much she missed her musical involvement with her church and that her sister (who lives with her) would often play a small, off-key, 'used up' keyboard so she could sing from her bed. We talked about how music heals us and what a gift it is to simply 'hear.' We spoke about the talents people are given and how fortunate we are to be able to use them for the good of others. She noted that I looked sad that day and was there something on MY mind. I told her I had a number of decisions I needed to make about this upcoming move. She took my hands in hers and prayed to a higher power for wisdom and patience as I made this move. I am supposed to be the tower of strength but the tears came and she let me be me. We hugged and I told her I would be in touch even though I am on PTO for the move. When I got home I was faced with the fate of my piano again. Call it what you want but a sense of peace washed over me as I knew my piano was going to go to Sheila's home. I called my hospice and they are paying the entire moving fee ($350.00)! I have called Sheila's sister and she could not stop crying while trying to thank me. I told her my piano instructor gave me the knowledge of playing beautiful music and this was simply paying it forward. Random act of kindness..not so sure...but I know this piano will be loved and provide Sheila a means to sing again even if it is from her bed. In addition, I will be able to play for her every time I visit her...and I get to hear her majestic voice. Nothing could be sweeter.

08-11-2010, 11:31 PM	#11
socialjustice_fsu Member How Do You Identify?: Feminine Preferred Pronoun?: She, her Relationship Status: It’s all good. Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: The gulf waters are sapphire blue and the beach sand is white as snow. Posts: 607 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 6,866 Thanked 2,155 Times in 439 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	So I am moving from a large house to an apartment... I have my beautiful piano that was given to me by my piano instructor (at my senior recital years ago) gracing an entire wall as the focal point in my living room. After measuring and remeasuring the sad conclusion was that it could not move 'with me.' The day following this conclusion I was still wallowing in my own self-centered sadness when I got a call to see one of my long term patient's that was deeply depressed and needed immediate intervention. I work for a hospice as a social worker. I visited 'Sheila' who is bedridden due to number of ailments. She is only 55 years old. She and her sister live in near poverty but love lives in their house. She was a choir director, accomplished musician, pianist and organist at her church for many years. She has a voice that will shake the rafters. She shared with me how much she missed her musical involvement with her church and that her sister (who lives with her) would often play a small, off-key, 'used up' keyboard so she could sing from her bed. We talked about how music heals us and what a gift it is to simply 'hear.' We spoke about the talents people are given and how fortunate we are to be able to use them for the good of others. She noted that I looked sad that day and was there something on MY mind. I told her I had a number of decisions I needed to make about this upcoming move. She took my hands in hers and prayed to a higher power for wisdom and patience as I made this move. I am supposed to be the tower of strength but the tears came and she let me be me. We hugged and I told her I would be in touch even though I am on PTO for the move. When I got home I was faced with the fate of my piano again. Call it what you want but a sense of peace washed over me as I knew my piano was going to go to Sheila's home. I called my hospice and they are paying the entire moving fee ($350.00)! I have called Sheila's sister and she could not stop crying while trying to thank me. I told her my piano instructor gave me the knowledge of playing beautiful music and this was simply paying it forward. Random act of kindness..not so sure...but I know this piano will be loved and provide Sheila a means to sing again even if it is from her bed. In addition, I will be able to play for her every time I visit her...and I get to hear her majestic voice. Nothing could be sweeter.