It’s the holiday party for teachers and staff. We’re at the lovely home of a fellow teacher, who is an accomplished pianist. Actually, that’s an understatement.
Everyone is in the kitchen, eating and laughing. The big family room is right off of the kitchen, up three stairs. Huge decorated Christmas tree, fireplace, and… a 6 foot, 1 inch Yamaha grand piano. Yes, grand.
The do-not-touch kind of piano.
What I did:
I kept staring. I whispered to a few fellow teachers about going up the stairs and maybe playing a few notes on the piano.
If looks could kill. They were shocked.
I had to be brave. Alone brave. I went to the piano and played the one and only song I could do- Heart and Soul. I played the bottom half of the song, with all the chords. Everyone was staring at me, like I have ripped the real Starry Night off the wall and was dancing around.
I kept playing and yelled, “Hey everyone! Who can play the top part? I need someone to come up and play the top part!”
Guess who came up… the pianist.
We had so much fun! Everyone cheered. I felt brave.
Then I asked the pianist if she would like to play ‘a little something’. Oh, my!
It was ‘a little bit’ of Chopin’s “Minute” waltz in D flat.
At the end, we smiled, laughed, hugged, and somehow understood.
Bravery often triggers kindness. When a person is brave, others jump in to help, to be a part of the scene. That certainly happened with me. I’m usually the one to jump in and help. This time I was the brave one.
It’s what I teach children. Be brave and help out.