The Piano Man
11/23/09
My family hired a piano repair man a few months ago to fix the antique piano my grandmother left us. During the time he was working on restoring the piano, we got to know him and become friends since he had many interests in common with us. When he dropped the piano off at our house last week, he brought along his adorable five-year-old son. While his father (the piano man), his father’s helper, my dad, and our neighbor struggled to carry the piano safely down the hill to our basement door, I went out to play with the boy and keep an eye on him. His father explained that there was always the possibility it could get away from them and roll down the hill. Soon the piano was in our house. His son and I were having fun pretending to fish from my tree house while his father worked on the piano, and his father’s helper quickly made friends with my father, talking for hours about many things, especially the Bible and church activities. The next day the piano man called and said that his helper had actually been his good friend and that without our realizing it, the conversations his friend had had with my dad had about the everyday things in his life made a lasting impression on him. He said the conversation helped him with some things he was seeking God about. The piano man said that if I hadn’t babysat his son, they would have not been able to stay so many hours and visit with us while they worked. The piano man went on to say that his friend told him that he felt that God brought us all together for a reason. While the piano man was working on the piano, God was working on the heart of the piano man’s friend.
-Sarah
