'About halfway through a rehearsal conducted by Sir Michael Costa, with trumpets blaring, drums rolling, and violins singing their rich melody, th piccolo player muttered to himself, " What good am I doing? I might as well not be playing. Nobody can hear me anyway.' So he kept the instrument to his lips; but he made no sound. Within moments, the conductor cried, 'Stop! Stop! Where's the piccolo?' The most important person missed the picclolo's seemingly unimportant contribution.
There are many, many times when we decide to be silent piccolos, feeling insignificant and useless, and our weak moments may drive us to think very poorly of ourselves. But, as the story goes on to say, ' ....the grand performance is not complete until we do the best with what we have...'. And so all of us with our piccolos of growing old fears, insecurities, health problems, work problems, physical-psychological-emotional problems have a place in the Grand Score....we just need to love being part of the music...
