Robby's Night

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 Robby's Night
> True Story Worth Reading !!!
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> At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is
> Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from
> Des Moines, Iowa. I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano
> lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found
> that children have many levels of musical ability.. I've never had the
> pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented
> students.
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> However I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged'
> pupils. one such student was Robby 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.
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> But R obby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him
> play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his
> piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless
> endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and
> basic rhythm needed to excel but he dutifully reviewed his scales and
> some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.
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> Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and
> tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always
> say, 'My mom's going to hear me play someday.' But 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 stopped in.
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> Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons.
> I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of
> ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad
> that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
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> Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the
> upcoming recital.. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked
> me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for
> current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not
> qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him
> to piano lessons but he was still practicing 'Miss Hondorf, I've just
> got to play!' he insisted.
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> I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it
> was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that
> it would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school
> gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby
> up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the
> students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he
> would do would come at the end of the program and I could always
> salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer.'
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> Well, the r ecital went off without a hitch. The students had been
> practicing and it showed then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were
> wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it.
> 'Why didn't he dress up like the other students?' I thought. 'Why
> didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special
> night?'
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> Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he
> announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #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 people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a
> grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.
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> Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby
> in joy. 'I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? '
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> Through the microphone Robby explained: 'Well, Miss Hondorf, Remember
> I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed
> away this morning and well. .. she was born deaf. Tonight was the
> first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special.'
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> There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from
> Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster
> care, noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to
> myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.
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> No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy . . .
> Of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that
> taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in
> yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know
> why.
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> Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah
> Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995. And now, a
> footnote to the story.