At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Honor. I am a former elementary school Music Teacher from Des Moines, Iowa.
I have always supplemented my income by Teaching Piano Lessons… Something I have done for over 30 years. During those years, I found that children have many levels of musical ability, and even though I have never had the prodigy, I have taught some very talented students. However, I have also had my share of what I call ‘Musically Challenged Pupils.
One such pupil being Robby. Robby was 11 years old when 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 into 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 maybe even taking a chance on someone and you didn’t know why.
If God didn’t have a Purpose for us, we wouldn’t be here!
Meditation: Now… when Jesus knew that His hour had come that He should depart from this world to the Father, having loved His own who were in the world, He loved them to the end. – John 13:1
You will Succeed in Jesus’ Name!