It was on a June night last summer, about 10 p.m., that I heard strange music coming from a neighbor’s home. By “strange,” I mean uncommonly beautiful. It wasn’t trendy music or electronic or metallic. It was a single violin, played at the moment. I am not a classical music expert, but the tune was somewhat familiar. It was one of those beautiful summer nights when the sky is full of stars. It was a night of recollections of youth,
Life is an intricate journey rife with different experiences. Often, those experiences can lead to us feeling disillusioned and discouraged.
The question I ask, “Why do we applaud each other’s children?” is not a trick question, and there may not even be a single correct answer, but it is pretty revealing about our character. Last week, I was asked to attend a recital at our local community center. I knew the family and I knew their two young daughters (ages 4 and 6) and, while I felt as though I had gotten roped into it, I figured that for the