The one man band who plays by the nose because he was told that he had no ear for music.






When I was a kid, I wanted to learn how to play the fiddle, but, all I could do on my father's instrument, was some scratching, that irritated others. My father was one of the best fiddlers in the country, and my sisters were very good singers and dancers.




Those great performers kept telling me that I had no ear for music, and I believed them until, I had the same dream for the third time. In that dream I was playing the fiddle just as good as my father, and not only that, I was taping my feet as well, that too was just as good as him. Then when I got up, I told myself that it was impossible I could play so good in my dream and not at all in real life. I was thirty-seven then. The mountain that I could not climb in twenty-six years without faith, I climbed it in three days with it.
The reason for writing this story is not to complain about what was done to me, but rather to help you believe in yourself.
You can find more about the rest of my story, in my book called; The Precious Princess of Wonderland.



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