Exposure to innovation won’t ensure greatness

I found some consolation in a statement that “thousands of lost Einsteins’ would have been successful had they been exposed to careers in innovation as children.” Well, I have to dispute that statement.
If I look back (I won’t say how many years ago), if I could have been an Einstein when my mother thought I would have been the next “Dorsey” of playing the trombone in my junior high years.
It was pretty obvious her dreams were dashed when I had difficulty playing “off-beats.” My musical ability was never doubted by our instructor where I remained third chair in the junior high band. However, I made the big move entering high school band and became aware those trombone players marched in the first row behind the baton twirlers and the drum majorettes.
Now that doesn’t mean my “off-beats problem” was solved, but, my satisfaction of the band and scenery certainly improved. No more sitting in the number seven position in the trombone row in winter concert band and then moving to marching band in the spring and to fall behind those short-skirted twirlers in marching season.
I closed out my musical career (high school and otherwise) in my senior year by advancing to number four trombonist in the first chair group. I think it was the director’s courtesy move from my viewpoint. However my mother, I am sure, thought I deserved it.
As far as being an “Einstein” in the musical world was quite evident. Looking back in my earlier years before my for potential stardom, I had been basically disqualified from being a regular singer in our church choir. The director earlier had asked me if my mother wanted me to sing in the choir. I honestly answered because you certainly wouldn’t fib to a church organization.
After my answer the destiny of my vocal musical ability was eliminated and choir director said she would talk to my mother. From that point on my mother’s esteem for the choir director fell to a pretty low point.
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An old man who was everlastingly complaining about his feet hurting, was asked if his shoes were too tight.
“Yes, they are,” he replied.
“Then, why don’t you get larger shoes?” asked the stranger.
“Well, you see it’s this way,” replied the old man. “My wife is dead, my son is a drunkard, my daughter eloped with a bum, my auto tires are worn out and the finance company has taken my TV back, so about the only pleasure I get out of life is to get home and take those darn shoes off.”
RL Furse  is publisher emeritus of the News-Register

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