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My dad used to play the harmonica. I would stop up my ears. One week we went to a concert and for the encore the orchestra played one of Handel's great masterpieces and I stood up and applauded. I applauded until my hands were sore and tears streamed down my cheeks. My father pulled at my coattail and said, "What is the matter? What are you so excited about? That is what I have been playing to you all week on the harmonica." The difference was how it was played! You can have the same life but the difference is in how it is lived. It can be made beautiful and lovely.
-- Bailey
My dad used to play the harmonica. I would stop up my ears. One week we went to a concert and for the encore the orchestra played one of Handel's great masterpieces and I stood up and applauded. I applauded until my hands were sore and tears streamed down my cheeks. My father pulled at my coattail and said, "What is the matter? What are you so excited about? That is what I have been playing to you all week on the harmonica." The difference was how it was played! You can have the same life but the difference is in how it is lived. It can be made beautiful and lovely.
-- Bailey
