It’s Time to Call the Maestro
--
PHARMACEUTICALS FOR THE SOUL
Having been sold out within a number of days of tickets opening for general sale, a tsunami of excitement filled the packed majestic concert hall. Everyone was waiting in anticipation, especially one particular mother who was wishing to encourage her young son’s progress at the piano. She had sacrificed deeply to buy tickets for her and her son to attend the performance. Even falling behind with the bills and creditors, the mother was adamant on giving her son that inspirational experience of a lifetime. Finally arriving at their seats near the front of the concert hall, they found themselves waiting avidly along with several thousand other people for the start of the concert. The young son of the mother was awestruck, of course, by everything. − his classy new suit, the humongous theater, the twelve-foot Steinway grand piano of a kind he had never imagined, seen, and evidently never played. There that exquisite piano sat, showcasing center stage, on standby for the concert to begin. During that wait, the boy’s mother was engaged in what seemed to be an amusing conversation with those behind her. While she was socializing, the boy slipped away. Suddenly, to the surprise of everyone, the sound of piano keys was heard. Being caught off guard, the audience immediately hushed. Adjusting in their seats while looking toward the stage, the spectators noticed that it was the young boy sitting on the piano bench, swinging his feet, with his two index fingers, innocently playing, “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.”
The onlookers laughed and went along with it at first, although his mother nearly fainted and almost fell out of her seat! About a minute later, the majority became somewhat agitated, recognizing this to be horseplay and the possible damage to the piano − the keys and who knows what else. Besides, the majority were thinking that the little boy could aggravate the great piano master, who was actually backstage at that moment being briefed on what was happening on stage. Showing displeasure, annoyance and irritation, the majority began loudly yelling boo! Out of the blue, a few people began to shout, “Get that boy off the piano!” Before the mother even had time to recover from her shock and anxiety attacks to rescue her son from the juncture − out of nowhere, Ignacy Paderewski appeared on stage and quickly walked toward the little boy. While many thought the boy would be utterly charged or condemned and his mother as well, instead, he leaned over the boy’s shoulder and whispered, “Don’t stop − keep playing.” Then reaching around with his left hand, Paderewski began filling in the bass part. Soon, his right arm reached around the other side, encircling the child, to add a running obbligato. Gorgeous beautiful music filled the hall − all spontaneously composed. Together, elegantly, the old concert master and the young boy held the crowd mesmerized. All the while, Paderewski kept whispering, “Don’t stop, son, keep going, don’t quit.” When they finished, the people jumped to their feet with cheering and a lengthy standing ovation. What so moved the audience was not the way the old master handled the piano, but the way he treated and nursed the young boy. This brilliant showpiece was not his improvised composition; the brilliant showpiece was what he did with the young pupil. The old master turned poor amateur workmanship into a masterpiece.
A note from the soul pharmacist Thompson:
The majority of us at some point in life found ourselves being the audience, the mother, and the young boy in this story. If you don’t understand, it would do you justice to reread the story. For example; we are quick to sacrifice for love ones (THE MOTHER), quick to judge and assume (THE AUDEIENCE), and slow to follow that unpopular whisper in our hears (THE CHILD); whether we understand it or not.
Any student starting out is taught the fundamentals, right? Let’s use some fundamentals on ourselves. − two eyes, two ears, one mouth with one tongue. Which means more observation, more listening and less talking…? I believe utilizing that method; you’ll find that people (Our fellow humans) have more in common with you than you think. Now, take the materialistic frame of mind out of the equation. − including the fleshly desires, the power moves, the culture and the religious aspects… Ahhhh, now we’re thinking about the fundamentals, the basicness, the likeness, and how handicap we all really are. At this point, you should realize how we all need God’s grace and His tools. What tools are you probably wondering about? Well, use those two eyes you have. If you are a good farmer; you understand, a good doctor; you understand, a good politician; you understand, and the list goes on. What about using those two ears? If you are a good psychiatrist of any kind; you understand, a good teacher; you understand, a good lawyer or law enforcement agent; you understand, and the list goes on. However, that mouth and that tongue… In reality, you can only speak of truth or lies, based on what you observe or hear, whether it’s accurate or not (Either be hot or cold). Other than that, you shouldn’t really be talking. — speaking of your opinions, rumor, gossip, and theories − only to confuse many others with word-of-mouth (That’s lukewarm). That puts God in full control no matter what; the evidence is all around you. We are all under construction and we must allow the Master Builder, the Master Painter, the Master Composer − Our Heavenly Father, to mold us into His satisfaction. And if you don’t have him as your Maestro… Well, that might explain your confusion, depressions, and your miraged difficulties in life itself. I’m not perfect by far; most of the time I feel like I’m two-steps from hell, but I ask for His mercy, His grace, His presence, His forgiveness, and His whatever He decides for me to do for Him. Because the glory all resides in Him! Please remember, the truth about yourself is always the hardest to accept. Your prescription for today is 750 milligrams of surrendering to God, wisdom and patience. Have a great week.
From the author of Social Shifts: The Visitcom Showcase
