She stopped playing her clarinet over the holidays. No sound was coming out.
She decided it was time to take it back out of the case, polish the keys, grease the corks, put in a fresh new reed and start to play again. The band was waiting and needed her voice even though she was ‘only’ a second clarinet.
If the kettle drums stopped playing, if the oboe hung up her hat, if the trombones all marched home thinking they were only secondary, the band’s fulness of sound would be missing; the audience would not be as enriched.
If one key on the piano sticks or doesn’t play, the entire piece of music sounds off, and the pianist is hampered until the key is fixed.
We all have a voice, a song, a message to help someone or somebodies. We need to keep playing what we have been given.
I am the second clarinet. I will play again.
How about you?
Mrs. Goodfinder 