Our challenge is to write a story using all the words: Continuous, Repeat, and Uncertainty.
Her parents asked her to keep the music volume low so as not to disturb Mrs H next door.
It wasn’t Jen’s fault the old lady was bedridden, or that she faced the uncertainty of ever walking again, but Jen had always been considerate of others, and never turned the knob above 6 on her record player. It was halfway on the dial, so she felt it was a practical compromise, though mostly kept the volume level at 4.
She loved music, and spent some of her Saturday wages on records which she played on continuous repeat. She got to know all the words and would sing along as she twirled and danced to the rhythm, or sat at her desk doing her homework.
Her Mum often went in to see Mrs H and make sure she didn’t need anything, so she was quite surprised one day to find her sitting up in a chair.
‘It’s your Jen!’ Mrs H announced.
Nancy immediately started to apologise for Jen’s music disturbing her, and promised she would ask her to turn the volume down.
‘Oh no! Don’t!.’ Mrs H exclaimed. ‘There’s one song she keeps playing and it’s perfect for my exercises! It started my toes twitching, then tapping, and now I can move my legs! Tell Jen she can turn the volume up if she wishes, and she can have the first dance!’
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So lovely and inspirational. Sometimes we don’t even know we are blessing others.
Mum and Dad’s next door neighbour was bedridden fo 26 years, but her Faith got her out of bed and walking. She lived to be 104.
Before Mum’s piano was taken out of storage and delivered to our new house, I used to go next door and play hers. She didn’t play herself, but had it regularly tuned. She liked the oldies and would often sing along to the old musical numbers just like my Mum did. She told my Mum that she got a lot of pleasure from it and how nice it was that a ‘young ‘un’ made time for the elderly. What she didn’t know was that I was going through my own probems as a teenager, and my music was my release, so we helped each other really.
Wonderful story.
Thank you!
You’re welcome 😉
Great story 🙂
Thanks Trent.
This is such a nice story!
Thank you!
A heartwarming story with an unexpected ending. 🙂
Thanks Sci.
Often music can have that kind of impact upon someone
Hi Larry. Music has always been my safety valve
It works out so well for me that way too~!
Do you play an instrument Larry?
I play guitar but alas I haven’t practiced in a while. Do you play anything>?
Piano and I play by ear. My dad always knew when something was on my mind, not by what I was playing but the way I played it. When I was ill, it got me through a very difficult time. I always wanted to play a guitar, but could never get my fingers right. Now they’re riddled with arthritis and I’ve had to modify the way I play……….. no more thumping out “I who have Nothing” as it hurts my joints too much!
Music, like any form of expression, must involve a lot of emotion. My fingers and joints have all sorts of aches and pains these days to, so I know how you feel
I sympathise. It must be harder with a guitar.
Great read!
Thanks Rachel.
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