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People being just as I expected

Daughter, as I have said, cultivates a tough exterior. She developed a Brooklyn accent moments after arriving here, and despite (or perhaps because,) she is five foot nothing, she stomps through the world in boots of stomping.

She is 16, barely. The edges will soften as she gets older. Teens are like toddlers. Not as tough as they would want us to think. They are growing brains, so they need lots of food sleep and kindness. They do the rules about things really hard as a way of internalizing the rules, so they can break them later.

So when she tells me how bad the world is I don't worry too much. I have lived other places where people were not as kind as here. (Marthas Vineyard, Jacksonville, Boston..)

She called me from school yesterday weeping. Really sobbing, I had to slow her down so I could understand what she was saying. The last time that happened she had been in a fistfight.

She had lost her saxophone. This is huge. It usually lives at school, but she has been lugging it back and forth recently because she has an audition coming up. She is trying out for a summer music program at the Sinatra School in Queens. She has made it through the first round of rejection already, which involved an essay and character references from her teachers.

She had put the sax down, just outside the school,  and she had forgotten it until she was about to get on the subway, and then she had run all the way back. It was gone, and she just broke down. Two days until the audition. It looked as if she would have to borrow an instrument for the big day-- and we would have to pay to replace the sax. She emailed her principal and her music teacher, who were calm and kind. There was quite a lot of talk about reeds and spit valves. (Eeew!)

Well. it could be done. But I told her I thought it likely that someone turned it in to the school. After all, it was left just outside the school. But she was sure that it had been stolen.

She went to school today, and  I waited in some trepidation. At 9:30 I got an ecstatic text. Someone had, indeed turned it in.

So all is well. She will be more careful in the future. Some nice person did the right and kind thing. I am pleased, but not surprised.


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Mar. 21st, 2014 10:13 pm (UTC)
you paint such good pictures with your words. I have a mental picture of a tiny, girl in huge work boots (what we used to call 'bovver boots' in England in the 70s) playing a sax as big as she is and making the world around her dance (to her tune, of course :D )
Mar. 21st, 2014 11:50 pm (UTC)
Yup. Pretty much that.
Mar. 21st, 2014 10:42 pm (UTC)
Glad to read of the good outcome.
Mar. 21st, 2014 11:50 pm (UTC)
I am relived.
Mar. 21st, 2014 11:57 pm (UTC)
So glad to hear it. And thank you for sharing a story where people did do the right thing.
Mar. 22nd, 2014 12:24 am (UTC)
Glad to hear that there are still good people about
Mar. 22nd, 2014 12:30 am (UTC)
This has such a familiar ring to it. I was a terribly careless teen, so busy chatting with my friends, that I would walk out of a classroom and forget my books, forget my pocketbook, forget my pens, etc. In 7th. grade (the first year I had to go from classroom to classrooom), my father got really tired of giving me money for new pens!! Finally, I trained myself to turn around and look at my desk before leaving a room, and that did the trick!!

I'm so glad your faith was rewarded! One hates to think that something has been stolen!

Good luck to your daughter in her auditions!! Music is such a wonderful thing! I never played an instrument (we won't say anything about those piano lessons that I dreaded) but I did sing in school chorales from 7th. grade on up, and was in select performances, once being chosen to do a Xmas solo (O Holy Night) on Boston Common, and twice being selected for a city wide chorale performance in Jordan Hall!!
Mar. 22nd, 2014 12:57 am (UTC)
I've often found people pleasantly surprising. I lost my purse once as a teenager, and as I lived in quite a rough area didn't expect to ever see it again but a couple of hours later I got a call saying someone had handed it in. When I first moved to London I was warned that everyone was awful and unfriendly but I found it to be the opposite, if I looked lost and confused during my first few months someone usually stopped and asked if they could help. The vast majority of people I've found are instinctively decent. Which is a comforting thought.
Mar. 22nd, 2014 07:57 am (UTC)
as a Londoner born and bred...I expected the legendary village friendliness when I moved to the countryside - and found the total opposite; if you didn't know something it was because you were an 'incomer' and treated as such.

I worked in a 'rough area' in London and dropped a precious (in all senses) earring one day; tiny little thing but of value. I didn't expect to see it again. Two days later the eldest son of a 'known family' (mostly for violence and theft) called to me as I walked to the car ''ere missis'...I swallowed hard and turned. "Is this yours?" and in his big beefy hand was my tiny earring!
Mar. 22nd, 2014 10:49 am (UTC)
A day ending well though scary enroute - great to know that it turned out well
and as for rough areas - yes I have been as a visitor to parts of New York and East Jerusalem for instance and various bits of London people 'warn' you against - and the only time I have been robbed was in my local Sainsburys in a very 'upmarket' street in Berkshire
Wherever you go people can be greedy and opportunist and they can be honest and generous and the latter more often than we allow for
Mar. 22nd, 2014 02:43 pm (UTC)
Splendid to hear that.
Mar. 22nd, 2014 03:03 pm (UTC)
I am so pleased to hear that the saxophone is safe.
Mar. 22nd, 2014 03:40 pm (UTC)
You really tell the story very nicely! I'm glad to hear the outcome, and glad for you and your daughter.
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