I was a part of the first band ever at Wellston School. I remember that the band members were instructed with patience and then more patience. The band must have sounded awful that first year. I remember the band director smiled and gave much encouragement. I am not saying that the band students never got in trouble. I did. I got in trouble for talking too much and I also got in trouble for laughing through my clarinet at our first concert. I was never humiliated in front of others though. When it came to learning to play I was instructed with kindness and I am sure much, much patience and than some more patience.
The longer that I was in band the more I loved it. There was one thing that I did get nervous about and that was playing for a grade. I would get sweaty palms and a dry mouth but I always got an A. I sometimes did forget to tap my foot and even though I thought I could keep the time I would be instructed to keep that foot tapping. Those instructions kept me playing and keeping the beat all through my band years. It was a privilege to be part of the first Wellston band.
I have another instructor that keeps me in line. He instructs me with a patience that is far beyond the patience of my band director. He instructs me to treat others with patience, respect and love. He instructs me to be humble and to keep going even when I can't keep the notes of my life in tune. He encourages and gives me strength. He is the light in my soul. He has changed the beat of my life! He is the music that is always perfect!
Would you live to know this instructor?