Lift Where You Stand

I've always said I'd rather have a piano than a wedding ring. I love my wedding ring so I haven't been saying that much since getting engaged. But Fernando knew and so when he overheard an elderly lady was GIVING away her grand piano to anyone who would pay to move it, he snatched the opportunity.

Weeks later we had a beautiful baby grand piano which needed some work, but we still paid NOTHING for it and so over time we planned to save up the dough to pay for the improvements.

Cut to 3.something years later (where does the time go) when a guy came to diagnose our lovely piano so we can start making the improvements as Mimi will soon begin piano lessons. Thunder rumbled and the sky turned dark (figuratively) as he spoke the words: "It will not be saved."

So sad. The sounding board was beyond repair or something like that which is equivalent to the engine of the piano in autobody terms. The WORST of it all is that when Fernando asked the piano guy, "So, what do we do with it?" The guy said, "TAKE IT TO THE DUMP."

The horror.

It seems like sacrilege to me to put a grand piano in the dump where seagulls will drop on it and banana peels will rot it's legs away. It just hurts me to think of it. But it had to be done. So the crew disassembled it enough to get it out of the house and take it to the truck.

My dad told my to make sure and post these pictures so that my brother Patrick who is in CHINA gets to see the fun he missed. He somehow escapes to the orient every time we have to move anything substantial.

We had to slide the piano on blankets out to the truck, and then everybody had to lift it into the truck.

Anyway, we all got thinking about "Lift Where You Stand" by President Uchtdorf.

"...as strong as you are, you cannot and you should not lift a piano by yourself. Likewise, none of us can or should move the Lord’s work alone. But if we all stand close together in the place the Lord has appointed and lift where we stand, nothing can keep this divine work from moving upward and forward."

So even though the piano is gone and has left a gaping hole in our front room (albeit plenty of room wherein to dance our hearts out), it has reminded us of everyone who has stood where they were and lifted us, and that whatever strength we have, if we are willing to use it to bless others, makes a difference.

ps My dad saved some pieces of the wood. So we will incorporate parts of the piano into future important furninture items. Don't lose sleep over this.