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My name is Mildred Honor. I am a former elementary school Music Teacher from Des Moines, Iowa. I have always supplemented my income by Teaching Piano Lessons... for over 30 years. During those years, I have taught some very talented students. I have never had the prodigy.

However, I have also had my share of what I call 'Musically Challenged Pupils.

Robby was 11 years old when his Mother (a Single Mom) dropped him off for his first Piano Lesson. I prefer that Students (especially Boys) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his Mother's Dream to hear him play the piano, so I took him as a Student. At the end of each weekly lesson, he would always say, 'My Mom's going to hear me Play someday.' But to me, it seemed hopeless, he just did not have any Inborn Ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled, but never dropped in.

Then one day Robby stopped coming for his Lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed that because of his lack of ability he had decided to pursue something else. I was also glad that he had stopped coming. Several weeks later I mailed a flyer recital to the students homes. To my surprise, Robby (who had received a flyer) asked if he could be in the Recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and that because he had dropped out, he really did Qualify.

 He told me that his Mother had been Sick and Unable to take him to his piano lessons, but that he had been practising. 'Please Miss Honor, I've just got to Play,' he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the Recital - perhaps it was his insistence or maybe something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night of the Recital came and I put Robby last in the Program, just before I was to come up and thank all the Students and Play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he might do would come at the end of the Program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'Curtain Closer'.

Well, the recital went off without a Hitch, the Students had been Practicing and it Showed. Then Robby came upon the stage. His clothes were Wrinkled 'Why didn't his mother at least make him Comb his Hair for this Special Night?' Robby pulled out the Pianobench, and I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen to play Mozart's Concerto No.21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the Ivories. He went from Pianissimo to Fortissimo, from Allegro to Virtuoso; his Suspended Chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by anyone his age. After six and a half minutes, he ended in a Grand Crescendo, and everyone was on their feet in Wild Applause!!! Overcome and in tears, I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in Joy. I have never heard you play like that Robby, how did you do it?' Through the Microphone, Robby explained:

“Well, Miss Honor, Remember I told you that my Mom was sick? Well, she actually had Cancer and passed Away this Morning. And well... she was Born Deaf, so tonight was the first time she had ever heard me play, and I wanted to make it special.”

I thought to myself then how much Richer my Life had been for taking Robby as my Pupil. No, I have never had a Prodigy, but that night I became a Prodigy... of Robby. He was the Teacher and I was the Pupil, for he had taught me the meaning of Perseverance and Love and Believing in Yourself, and maybe even taking a chance on someone and you didn't know why. Robby was killed years later in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murray Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April 1995.

Courtesy: Veluppillai Thangavel

(This article was published in Fortnightly Magazine 'Abel', September 30, 2021)

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