In the last few years some people have forcefully recommended that I go off and compete in national competition on the hammered dulcimer. Last year it looked like everything had lined up for this massive road trip, but it did not happen as planned.
The bank was foreclosing on my aunt; she and her family were on the verge of eviction and homelessness. The money they needed equaled the money we would have spent on this vacation. The solution was obvious; I cancelled the trip and gave her the money.
I showed up unexpectedly at the local pub, when I was supposed to be several hundred miles away competing. Jerry, a good friend, flagged me down and had some pointed questions regarding why I was still here. He was hoping for some good news from the competition, but I was still here.
I explained the situation privately, but he was still disappointed. I told him I did the right thing, would make the same decision in half a heartbeat, and he would have done the same.
Two weeks ago Jerry was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and they gave him one or two months to live. He asked me what I will play in the nationals this year.
The doctors were wrong. He passed away last week. He was a good man.
I need to play for Jerry, and to represent our region, and just because I need to play.
- A