Reflections

Today my sister was in a big Theatrical Production for OCC. Now, it was sort of holidays-oriented and jazzy and fun, people doing numbers from famous musicals, etc. Unfortunately, I arrived a little late, tired, and not in the mood for more cheerful music. It worked on me after a while, and I started liking it.

But anyway, the only music was this guy playing the piano. Now, he was older and not in good shape and sort of walked funny, and I was feeling kind of bad for him at first. But, he seemed to enjoy himself as time went on, and he played really well, and I sort of forgot about it. When it was all over, though, when they were doing the ovations and whatnot, the guys and gals sort of pointed him out, and we all cheered really loud, because by then we were all quite cheered up and he really was a great piano player...

And he stood up a bit, and raised his hands, and he had tears running down his face because he was so happy. And, at that moment, I almost envied him--he seemed to be just in the best place in the world. And anyway, I ended up happy for him instead of feeling sorry for him, because he seemed to get to do the thing he loved best. And I thought that was maybe the best thing you could ever get to do.