Cracks in your flute..!

By Robert Clements. Dated: 9/12/2017 12:10:17 PM

A boy was quite adept with the flute, creating such fine music that his admirers grew with every performance. Once he was called to play the flute at a grand function. He went on stage, but to his surprise the desired music did not come from his little instrument. He continued playing for all he was worth, but the sounds that came out were shrill and sharp wails. He stopped and with tears in his eyes climbed off the stage. He stared at his beautiful flute and discovered it had developed a fine crack. Outwardly it will looked fine but it could no longer produce good music.
I was that boy. The flute was one that had belonged to my late grandfather. I had loved it not only for the sound it produced but for the burnished bamboo that had been used to make it. It had been a treasure I loved.
As I recollect that particular incident, I realize that the experience I underwent is something many go through. With beautiful bodies and pretty faces we go through life till when the time comes to produce good character we produce ghastly sound. A little digging shows cracks that were not visible.
How I often I see glamorous weddings where lakhs of rupees are spent. The couple seem made for each other, one so pretty and the other the last word in masculinity. A few months down the line and the marriage breaks
I went home that evening and repaired my flute. I had to open the crack wide, clean it, pour the healing glue, close it and tie it tight for twenty-four hours. It made good music again, sometimes I think it even played better than before!
Before you think of going to psychiatrist and counselor and getting the crack in your flute looked into and mended, there's another little story I'd like to repeat. I started with my flute didn't I, and I'd like to end with another wonderful instrument.
It was a bitterly cold day and a tramp had no place to lay his head, so he boldly asked for shelter in a big house. The owner was reluctant at first but finally allowed him to use the basement where all the junk and rubbish were dumped. To the amazement of the residents next morning they heard sweet music coming from the same basement. They climbed down and found the tramp playing on a violin. It had been a broken violin they had dumped with the other rubbish, now it sounded breathtakingly divine.
The tramp smiled at them and said, "Many years ago, I made this instrument. If you can make something, you can also repair it when it is broken!"
Your creator my friend is a good mender of cracks. Go to him and play good music again..!
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