This morning my husband tells me about an interesting encounter he had during my daughter’s music lesson. While waiting for her turn with her piano teacher, a very old man shuffles into the waiting room. He sits down and carefully pulls out his beautiful violin.
My daughter turns to him to ask if he’s the violin teacher, and he says, “No, I’m a new student.”
My husband finds out that this man–well into his eighties–once played the violin in high school but had lost his skills over his long career as a professor.
Now in retirement, he has time to learn again.
So there he sits with all the little children in the waiting room of the music academy with his violin. He’s the new student, and he’s ready to learn.
Living with flair surely means that we don’t stop learning. Even in our eighties we make it a priority to become a student again.
If you could take a class–any class–what would it be?