Inspirational
Stories
Our
Deepest Fear
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented
and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won't feel insecure about you.
We were born to manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other
people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically
liberates others.
-Marianne
Williamson

Playing A Violin With Three Strings
On Nov.
18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on stage to
give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New
York City.
If you
have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that getting
on stage is no small achievement for him. He was stricken
with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both legs and
walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk across
the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an
awesome sight.
He walks
painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair. Then
he sits down, slowly, puts his crutches on the floor, undoes
the clasps on his legs, tucks one foot back and extends the
other foot forward. Then he bends down and picks up the violin,
puts it under his chin, nods to the conductor and proceeds
to play.
By now,
the audience is used to this ritual. They sit quietly while
he makes his way across the stage to his chair. They
remain reverently silent while he undoes the clasps on his
legs. They wait until he is ready to play.
But this
time, something went wrong. Just as he finished the first
few bars, one of the strings on his violin broke. You
could hear it snap - it went off like gunfire across the room.
There was no mistaking what that sound meant. There was no
mistaking what he had to do.
We figured
that he would have to get up, put on the clasps again, pick
up the crutches and limp his way off stage - to either find
another violin or else find another string for this one. But
he didn't. Instead, he waited a moment, closed his eyes and
then signaled the conductor to begin again.
The orchestra
began, and he played from where he had left off. And he played
with such passion and such power and such purity as they had
never heard before.
Of course,
anyone knows that it is impossible to play a symphonic work
with just three strings. I know that, and you know that, but
that night Itzhak Perlman refused to
know that.
You could
see him modulating, changing, re-composing the piece in his
head. At one point, it sounded like he was de-tuning the strings
to get new sounds from them that they had never made before.
When he
finished, there was an awesome silence in the room. And then
people rose and cheered. There was an extraordinary outburst
of applause from every corner of the auditorium. We were all
on our feet, screaming and cheering, doing everything we could
to show how much we appreciated what he had done.
He smiled,
wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to quiet us,
and then he said - not boastfully, but in a quiet, pensive,
reverent tone - "You know, sometimes it is the artist's
task to find out how much music you can still make with what
you have left."
What a
powerful line that is. It has stayed in my mind ever since
I heard it. And who knows? Perhaps that is the definition
of life - not just for artists but for all of us.
Here is
a man who has prepared all his life to make music on a violin
of four strings, who, all of a sudden, in the middle of a
concert, finds himself with only three strings; so he makes
music with three strings, and the music he made that night
with just three strings was more beautiful, more sacred, more
memorable, than any that he had ever made before, when he
had four strings.
So, perhaps
our task in this shaky, fast-changing, bewildering world in
which we live is to make music, at first with all that we
have, and then, when that is no longer possible, to make music
with what we have left.
-Jack
Riemer |