Terry
walked the two blocks to her flute teacher’s house, her flute case banging
against her leg, squeaking with each swing. Squeak, bang, squeak bang. She
changed hands, feeling self-conscious about the noise. Bang, squeak, bang,
squeak on the other leg. Maybe some Wd40 from the garage would fix it. She held
the case out so it didn’t hit her leg. Then, it was just squeak, squeak, squeak
with each step. Oh well, at least she didn’t have to walk very far.
Cara
answered the door, asking her in, and to wait a minute while she finished up in
the kitchen. Terry stood in the living room, looking around. She liked Cara’s
house. It was simple and comfortable and relaxed. She always had a vase of
fresh flowers, and a couple of books out on the coffee table. The books changed
every week, like she actually read them, not just decorated with them. That
made her realize, and she looked around. No television, or DVD player. She
wondered why she hadn’t noticed that before.
When
Cara returned, Terry asked her, “No TV?”
“I have
a small one down in that cupboard, with a DVD player I pull out when I want to
watch a movie or catch a program. In general, though, no, I don’t watch
anything. There are too many interesting books to read, too much good music to
listen to, students I give lessons to, and time I would rather take a walk or
work at the hospital.”
“I
didn’t know you worked at the hospital. Guess I thought you just taught flute
all day long.”
“Both
are part time jobs. At the hospital, I volunteer, so guess that’s not really
even a job. But I’m there three days a week, working with the kids on the
pediatric floor, helping in the play room, and coordinating the stuff they do
to entertain those who are able.”
“Hospitals are creepy places.”
“They
can be sad, depressing places. But they can also be exciting, interesting
places when you get to know the kids there, the ones who have to come in for
frequent treatments, or the ones who end up staying awhile. They are amazing
people.”
“Amazing?”
“Yes.
Their courage, their strength, their joy is amazing. Under circumstances most
of us couldn’t imagine, they reveal how beautiful and powerful a person can be.”
“I don’t
think I’d be either of those if I had to go to the hospital.”
“No,
none of us would choose that, of course. But, when times are hard, when you
have to be strong, those kids prove you can be.”
“What
did you say you did there?”
“They
have a room set aside for books, games, DVD’s, and toys for the smaller kids,
too. They can spend time in there if they are able, to get them out of their
beds, think about something else for awhile. I read to them, or play with them,
or just talk to them. Often, that is what they want the most, just someone to
talk with them. Other people come in to the hospital and go room to room to
visit. Some, with dogs the kids can pet, some with musical instruments, one
group does little impromptu acting for them, to make them laugh. They are
really funny, they always make me laugh, too.”
Terry
thought about her irritation with her squeaky flute case. “Maybe I could come with you some time, to
help out a little?”
“I
would love that. The kids would, too. There are a couple of teen girls that
come in for treatment. You could meet them, talk with them. When would you like
to come?”
