The
ice machine in my refrigerator broke. I called a service technician
to fix it. He showed up at my house and began working on the problem
while I proceeded to work on my music. When he was finished, he
came to my studio (that was in a bedroom no bigger than a closet)
to present the bill to me. He noticed that I had an acoustic guitar
in the corner. He told me he was a guitar player. I asked him, somewhat
cynically, if he'd like to play my guitar. He paused for a moment,
looked me in the eyes, answered "yes" in a whisper, then
picked up the guitar, sat on the floor and began to play.
From the very first note, all I could think about were the words:
Hands of God. I've known musicians for most of my 40+ years
on this earth, and never had I heard such beautiful music. At that
moment, I vowed one day I would build a studio, and in this studio
there would be a special room. And one day in this special room,
this man would sit and play, and I'd record him for all the world
to hear, this man who called himself Tony Sandate.
Looking back, what I've learned is that every one of us has a gift
inside: a beautiful, uniquely precious gift to share. When I meet
someone, I remember that, and I realize how absolutely beautiful
everyone is.
God teaches me in such interesting ways... --
Eric McCarl |
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