In the market today, I walked down an aisle and glanced over at a middle-aged man and the woman beside him pushing a shopping cart. I couldn't place the man but recognized the somewhat younger woman, a former student. When the fellow started talking, I realized it was her brother, also a one-time student. They both began taking lessons as preteens and stayed with it a couple years.
For the most part, a teacher never really knows what a student is thinking; does he hate his lessons? Some have told me as much. So, then, 35 years later Mark opens up and says he drove his family crazy practicing his broken chords, up and down the keyboard, up and down . . . He thanked me for teaching him how to read music and told me how much music has impacted his entire life. He is currently passing on that love to his children. Little sister, too, expressed her feelings for the brief time we had together during her childhood. Kids grow up and often do become great adults.
Mark loves Vivaldi and listens to the maestro daily. He mentioned La Folia as a favorite. Please click on and experience vicariously the happiness I am feeling now.