On today’s post let me talk a little bit about my past. I grew up in a small town near Philadelphia, if I named the town you would have no clue where it is (it’s that small).
As a young boy my mother used to always tell me that I had a natural ear for music. I loved to sing my favorite songs out loud as I played by myself outdoors. We faithfully attended church every Sunday so I was always glad when it came time to sing the congregational hymns.
Once I reached the age of about 10 years old, I began taking piano lessons. I had always had a natural awe for the piano and I admired the pianist at my church as she would play all up and down the keys of the old grand piano in the church sanctuary.
I always knew that one day I would become an accomplished pianist and would bless others with my talent, but it seemed so complicated every time I set down and tried to play a song I knew.
“Why can’t it just be simple? How come I can’t just play like the Ms Pamela at the church?” I would ask my mom. She would just look at me, smile and say, “anything worth doing, takes time and practice.” Her words stuck with me and I practiced faithfully every day.
Eventually I fell in love with playing the piano and just like my mother said, I did become great and I’ve always had a special respect for the piano. Some of you may not agree with this, and that’s ok, but I personally think that the piano is the most amazing instrument ever invented.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I recommend that everyone at least take a few lessons to see if playing the piano is something they would like to become great at. You won’t regret it, I promise!