Story #1
Three years ago, when Bryan and I moved to Fairfield, I got a phone call from a friend. We had just settled into our new place, I had a great music corner in the cottage we were renting at the time, and we were living on the beach...life was good. Anyway, this friend called, asking me if I was looking for a piano. I didn't have any money for a piano, and started to reply, when he kindly said, "no, you misunderstand, I have a piano to give to you." WHAT?! I freaked out, did a little dance, said "YES", and two hours later a moving truck pulled up and brought me a piano. I've written a lot of songs on that little guy...
Story #2
Two weeks ago, I got an e-mail from a woman asking if I wanted a piano in my office (I teach the church choirs in here, as well as my lessons). She had gotten a piano as a gift when she and her family invited their neighbors to live with them after a fire made their home unlivable. As a 'thank you' for their hospitality, the neighbors bought them a piano so their children could take lessons. Now that the kids are grown and have moved out, no one plays the piano, so she wanted someone to be able to use it. After reading her e-mail, again, I found myself doing a little dance, replied "YES", and the next day some wonderful friends helped me move the piano into my office. (I carried the bench).
Seriously...how have I had two pianos given to me?! And what great karma these instruments are carrying! I should buy a lottery ticket...
