Will is my twenty-eight-year-old grandson who lives in DC. He’s in sales for IT and makes more $$$ than I made in 5 years of teaching.

He was asked by my friend, “Will, when did you find your voice?” And proceeded to tell a story about when she found her voice. “I lived in a multigenerational home, and I was about 8 or 9. And I wanted to play the piano. My uncle was a WWII veteran who was wounded an psychologically damaged in the war. I was practicing piano-trying to work out a song-he threw open the door,

“STOP that NOISE”

Where this came from, I’ll never know— It may sound like noise right now, but one day it’lll be music.”

Her story was an invitation. He had a voice, and it was important. “I like that question.”