An Angel's Piano

It was just one of those days.  It wasn't that anything went particularly wrong, just that nothing really went right.  And those days will, of course, come up every once in a while.  I felt like it had sucked the life out of me and I was just zombing on like a brain-dead fool. 

Done with class, and I managed to point myself in a direction and go. I just wanted to get to my boyfriend's for a hug....and maybe to whine about what good things didn't happen during my grueling day. 

Walking past one of the dorms I heard this music coming from and open window.  After some unnecessary creeping, I discovered a guy playing piano like there was no tomorrow.  I could either stand outside of that extremely transparent window and wait for that awkward moment of eye contact or go inside and sit down.  I opted for number two. 

I silently slipped through the door and waited for him to finish his piece then abruptly asked if i could sit down and listen for a while.  He obliged and told me if there was any music I particularly liked.  My response, "Anything except degrading rap, hillbilly country or that dubstep shit."  Small laughs preceded him explaining that he had a couple of original pieces put mostly wrote renditions of popular contemporary songs.  He agreed to play for me after realizing that I, a complete stranger, just needed something to put a smile back on my face. 

The moment his hands touched the ivory, and music resonated through the room, tears began rolling down my face. 

I have heard musical geniuses play musical instruments.  But this was the first time in years that I had witnessed an individual literally pour his heart and soul in to a piece.  And as his heart beat with the rapid tempo, something in my heart opened and just released energy and emotion that I have been holding onto for a year.  Eyes closed, ears opened, I was overwhelmed. 

I recognized two of the three songs he played in the medley.  The first must have been a song he had written while the second was one of my favorites, Hallelujah and the third was a national favorite, Amazing Grace. By the time he finished, I had stopped crying but my face still showed how many tears I'd cried. 

I immediately started asking him about himself and how he came to play so well.  It wasn't surprising that he played several instruments but had a sincere passion for the piano.  And though he was in love with music he, like so many others, had decided to major in something more practical.  Now, he just plays to speak to people and maybe put a smile on their face.  Mission accomplished.

I politely thanked him while he gave me a hug.  He hoped my day would get better and I said goodbye and took my leave. 

His name was Christian.  As I continued on my way, spirits lifted, I honestly believe that I had just met, and been touched by an angel.

Give Me a Gold Star

I'm sitting at my computer thinking that I wanted to be asleep over an hour ago. But something wouldn't let me. Maybe reading Nicholas Sparks books puts me in a pensive mood. Maybe the universe is trying to send me a message. Maybe the following words will be more jumbled up that a game of human knot. Let's go.


I am thankful for everyone that has ever hurt me. 

I'm thankful for the ex-boyfriends that made me feel like total cow manure (get it?). Though confused/anger/sad/depressed at the time, I'm glad that he cheated, he left me for no reason, he was a total idiot, he lied to me the entire time...the list goes on. I'm that girl who is still friends with her past relationships because in retrospect, they are amazing people.  They all have something to give to the world and they ultimately helped me learn about life, love and myself. That's the other thing, I forgive but I won't forget. Even though life was painful, you do your best and you get through it. 


(And I'll admit it, right now there is a man in my life who made the rough parts of my past acceptable because I think I've found everything that I couldn't find in the past.)

I would like to mention that there is always another story. In the past I have lost friends. I moved, I grew, I grew out of them, vice verse, whatever. Right now, I think I'm ready to talk about this.  About a year ago I lost a friend and it still haunts me today. I found out a secret, she lied to me, I gave her a chance, she gave up on a 5 year friendship. And I still kept secrets for someone that I truly cared about. I had nightmares for a week. I didn't tell anyone what I knew while I'm sure people were talking about me behind my back.  The best part is, that a friend from my past proved how important trust and the truth is in a friendship.  I learned. I learned the hard way that some people will throw away years of memories like trash on the sidewalk. I'm thankful because I realized more about friendship in one year than I have in my 20 years.

Now, I have a best friend (thanks to an ex-boyfriend, ironically) that I tell everything too. She is one of the few people that keeps me smiling and makes me feel loved and appreciated. There is a reason that the people of your past didn't make it to the present. I can only hope that the people in my present will stay with me through the future, whatever it may bring.

What's that phrase? "Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit." Is there a type of holy bullshit cleansing? Sign me up.

I shall revert to the wonderful new Kelly Clarkson song, "What Doesn't Kill You." Yes, it did make me stronger. I'm grateful because without that suffering there would be no compassion.


It's those small epiphanies that keep me going. It's the light bulbs that keep me pondering life. And it's the days when everything seems to be going wrong that I think about how good I have it.

I don't need a pat on the back, but I wouldn't mind a gold star.

Diva Kitty likes Kittens.

Stay Excellent.
-E