Treasure Chest of Thoughts

As this man planned his funeral last week, he requested that I play the piano for him.  And did I ever!  With more add-ins than probably needed (not sure of the proper piano jargon, for I have never had a formal piano lesson), but because Mr. Gene requested this of me, I did my best and enjoyed doing it…very much.

As I was driving home from the graveside service, I began to think about this honor and the energy I put into this day.  My thoughts transitioned from this day to Monday…the first day of school.

Our students’ parents are the Gene Floyd’s within our school systems.  They simply request that we do our best, and, thankfully, for most of us, teaching is very similar to what playing the piano is for me.  It’s a joy, a rewarding experience, and simply an honor, as in such requests by friends like my friend Mr. Gene.

My hope, my prayer is that on Monday, that we all return to play the pianos of education with the same joy, the same rewards, the same enjoyment that I was blessed with today…and hopefully?  Well, I like to think that I “played” just a small part in the huge smile that I can just see on Mr. Gene’s face as as he looked down upon us today, for he’s now such a happy and not-sick man.

So back to my hope, my prayer…may we make all our students and parents smile as we play this grand piano called teaching.