Come Inside My Head, if You Dare…
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This is one of my favorite sayings. This week I have been living the proverb “It is better to take medicine and a nap, than to curse the virus”.
I hope to be back soon!
When I read this article it gave me chills.
In Washington, DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.
During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.
About 4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
At 6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
At 10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent – without exception – forced their children to move on quickly.
At 45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
After 1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made . . .
How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?
Thanks to Lois Seiler for passing along this story
My 7-year old granddaughter is really excited about losing her teeth. She looks very cute with a gap in her smile. See what I mean?
Grandma is also losing teeth but she is not happy about it. In fact I get on the pity pot about my teeth more often than any other crap I have to deal with. I inherited weak teeth. When I was 7-years old I already had a mouthful of fillings. Yes, in my baby teeth. Not a good start.
The family dentist tried fluoride treatments to help ward off cavities. I don’t know how they do them now, but back in the 60’s you sat in the dentist chair wearing rubber troughs over your teeth, while liquid fluoride circulated through them and soaked into your teeth. The things were uncomfortable and they smelled bad. I must have swallowed gallons of fluoride over time. That can’t be good for you.
The fluoride didn’t change anything except my parent’s budget.
Over time my rotting molars were drilled out and filled with nickel and silver. Then those got old and brittle and started cracking what little real tooth was left. Then came the crowns. Don’t forget the 4 root-canals and 2 implants under some of those crowns.
I thought once every molar had a crown my troubles would be over. Silly me.
Now my crowns are getting old and popping off at the most inconvenient times. In April of last year I bit into my bean burrito, and found a rock. With one of my implants. I was not happy. You can read the long saga about that by clicking here.
I suspect I have been crowned more than all the Queens and Kings of England in the last 2 centuries. My dentist should bow when I show up at his office. Don’t you think?
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