Last Post for the Day
I just came across this diary at dailykos. It talks about a small miracle amdist the Hell in the Superdome. The story comes from the LA Times. Read the article for the Hell, but here is the miracle…i cried:
Suddenly, incongruously, the first notes of Bach’s Sonata No. 1 in G minor,” the Adagio, pierced the desperation.
Samuel Thompson, 34, is trying to make it as a professional violinist. He had grabbed his instrument — made in 1996 by a Boston woman — as he fled the youth hostel Sunday where he had been staying in New Orleans for the last two months.
“It’s the most important thing I own,” he said.
He had guarded it carefully and hadn’t taken it out until Wednesday afternoon, when he was able to move from the Superdome into the New Orleans Arena, far safer accommodations. He rested the black case on a table next to a man with no legs in a wheelchair and a pile of trash and boxes, and gingerly popped open the two locks. He lifted the violin out of the red velvet encasement and held it to his neck.
Thompson closed his eyes and leaned into each stretch of the bow as he played mournfully. A woman eating crackers and sitting where a vendor typically sold pizza watched him intently. A National Guard soldier applauded quietly when the song ended, and Thompson nodded his head and began another piece, the Andante from Bach’s Sonata in A minor.
Thompson’s family in Charleston, S.C., has no idea where he is and whether he is alive. Thompson figures he is safe for now and will get in touch when he can. In the meantime he will play, and once in a while someone at the sports complex will manage a smile.
“These people have nothing,” he said. “I have a violin. And I should play for them. They should have something.”
A sense of beauty in the midst of Hell.