One day in ninth grade, I was dressed in my gym clothes waiting for the other girls in my class to sit in their assigned spots. As I sat there alone in the gym, I started to think about a song that I had learned in choir the year previous:
No man is an island.
No man stands alone.
Each man's joy is joy to me.
Each man's dream is my own.
We need one another,
So I will defend
Each man as my brother,
Each man as my friend.
I saw the people gather.
I heard the music start.
The song that they were singing
Was ringing in my heart.
We need one another,
So I will defend
Each man as my brother,
Each man as my friend...
My daydream ended, and I found myself singing the song. Loudly. Passionately. Then, a clap echoed within the gym. I hesitantly looked toward the opposite end of the room. There sat thirty ninth grade boys. . . staring at me. . . while their coach stood and gave me a standing ovation.
1 comment:
How wonderful. Yer older now, but people still stand when you sing. Especially at birthday parties and such. I bet I even know which Asian you are - even if I am clueless about a lot of things...
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