A Gift from God
No one was musical…not in his family or his town. Where did the ability plus hard work come from? No one knows except to believe it is a gift from God. The hard work part come when dedication makes practicing 5 hours a day a necessity. The gift from God is when it is so natural and the love and desire to be the best at what one does is deep in the heart.
I partly envy this young man, but fully understand the love he has because it was my desire at his age and even younger to play the piano well. At the time, I was a country girl who went off to a boarding school. It was a school in a small country town in North Carolina. I can still remember my piano teacher’s name….Mrs. Tollison. Because it has been over fifty years since I was there, she has long ago gone to heaven. Mrs. Tollison was a heavy set little lady. She never made her pupils feel anything but confidence. The other students at the school used to say, “If you can’t find Nancy, she is practicing the piano.” Unfortunately, when I left the school to rejoin my mother, who was a single parent, we lived in an upstairs apartment. No piano could be brought up the steps and the smaller versions were not available during this time. That was the end of piano lessons…so I took up art. After school, I would walk a very long distance to a large house where some Catholic sisters lived. They taught me art and practically a “hundred years later”…I still have the deer picture my art teacher taught me to draw. Did I have talent? Possibly….for my husband gave me a piano and said, “Maybe you will remember something.” Well, I’m not playing the music of the Old Masters, but my husband says he can identify most pieces. I’m sure if I practiced as much as I should the music would improve. Now, I work hardest on my writing….novels, books for young people and other subjects of interest. (See the right side of this blog.)
So today I share with you a young man on a 10,000 acre farm in Utah. His family now knows he has a special talent that is being cultivated through their support…starting with a generous grandfather who bought him his first piano. Blessings to you, Heston, keep up the good work. Never forget your teacher’s name….yes, the one fifty miles from your home and the professor of music. Someday when you are playing at Carnegie Hall, you need to put those people on the front row as your guests…and introduce them to your audience.
One thing further…
YES…your parents are proud of you and you are not letting them down by following your God given talent. (At the end of the video, you’ll see Heston’s tender heart toward his parents.) Thank them and God everyday for their support and the talent God has given you.
Video in Heston Warr’s own words: