EPISODE 1 SELF BELIEF
Reproduced is A true story by Mildred Honor
received thru email.
One such Pupil was Robby. When 11 year 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.
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 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 all 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 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”.
A Thought!
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?
EPISODE 2 INTEGRITY
If you have integrity,
nothing else matters and if you do not have integrity nothing else matters
APJ Abdul Kalam
APJ Abdul Kalam
BUTCH O'HARA 13.3.1914 TO 26.11.1943 |
Story Number One
Many
years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago . Capone wasn't famous for
anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything
from bootlegged booze and murder.
Capone
had a lawyer nicknamed Easy Eddie. He was his lawyer for a good reason. Eddie
was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of
jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not
only was the money big, but also, Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he
and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the
conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire
Chicago City block. Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave
little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.
Eddie
did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw
to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was
withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized
crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his
son to be a better man than he was. Yet, with all his wealth and influence,
there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name
or a good example.
One
day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify
wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the
truth about Al Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some
semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The
Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified. Within the
year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street.
But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer,
at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets
a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a
magazine. The poem read:
The clock of life is wound but once, and
no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop; at late or early
hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no
faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.
Story Number Two
World
War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch
O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier USS Lexington
in the South Pacific. One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After
he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had
forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete
his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to
the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the
fleet.
As
he was returning to the mother ship he saw something that turned his blood
cold: a squadron of Japanese aircraft were speeding their way toward the
American fleet. The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was
all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time
to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There
was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.
Laying
aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese
planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one
surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken
formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was
finally spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes,
trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as
possible and rendering them unfit to fly. Finally, the exasperated Japanese
squadron took off in another direction.
Deeply
relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.
Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The
film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the
extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact,
destroyed five enemy aircraft. This took place on February 20, 1942, and for
that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II , and the first Naval
Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.
A
year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town
would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the
courage of this great man. So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare
International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his
statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.