I started to think of my lapse as “The Big
Schubert’s ‘Ave Maria.’ Your movement was
smooth. You didn’t fall apart. All in all, a
She sounded just like Daddy. In fact, he
had only seen me, not heard me. The Lincoln
television store had closed and only showed a
muted KMTV in the window display. Daddy
had imagined a lovely, complete piece.
of my appearance. I
would avoid sympathy or
At recess the next day,
Chad Larson came up to
me. The boys called him
“Crybaby” because tears
came quickly after some
disappointment or other.
Then he would get angry.
Everyone left him alone.
What did he want?
“I saw you on TV,”
Uh-oh. My failure
was about to be broadcast
to my classmates. The
would follow. I gulped.
defend myself or apolo-
gize for my performance,
he continued, “You should’ve told people you
were going to be on. You were good.”
His generosity touched me. Almost
shocked me. He knew otherwise. He played
piano. We had the same teacher. I had heard
I had a flash realization. Chad also knew
how it felt to be mocked.
I got some poise, humor, and self-knowledge
from the experience onTalent Sprouts.But
from Chad’s words I got more than I would
have from perfect playing or winning the
WOO-HOO! THAT WAS FUN! HOW DID WE DO? (HUFF PUFF) ARE WE GOING
I’M NOT SURE THE WORLD’S READY FOR
“COMPOST: A DANCE WITH TWO SHOVELS.”