The Best Money I Ever Spent Smiles BackPosted: September 14, 2011
The Best Money I Ever Spent waits quietly in a black hardshell case.
The right hands can assemble it and have it ready to go in moments. It is quiet and dark in the case. When those hands open the case and carry it into the light, it sings again. I’ve smiled anytime The Best Money I Ever Spent sang a note.
Rent To Own
Renting to own something, anything, is usually a sucker bet. I figured it made sense to do it in this case. He was pretty young. Who knew if he’d even be using it the next year? I signed on the dotted line and we took it home.
It sounded funny. His arms weren’t long enough to do all the things with it that he would later come to do with ease. He had to use his toes to reach the outer limits of its possibility.
The money went out in monthly checks. Under the guidance of two teachers who cared about him, the sound he made with it went from funny, to good, to really good.
From Rent To Own To Just Owned
About the time the money stopped going out in checks and started being sent electronically, a notice came in the mail that said to stop sending money. The payments were complete. We had ownership.
By this time he was making The Best Money I Ever Spent sing each time he opened the case. It didn’t sound funny anymore. Before long, a second case joined the fray. He’d open each in turn and make them sing. His confidence grew in so many directions.
Today The Best Money I Ever Spent waits quietly inside a black hard shell case.
The boy who used to use his toes to reach seventh position on his rent to own trombone now plays a gleaming silver horn in a college band miles away. I see him charging toward his life in the same way he runs out on to the field in front of 60,000 people to make that silver horn sing – with an 18 year old’s confidence and the grin of that sixth grader carrying home his first trombone.
This morning I opened the case and looked in at The Best Money I Ever Spent. I whispered and let his old horn know that he’s doing fine.
I know that horn smiled back at me.
It’s marching band season again, I’ve been traveling a bit this week and I just plain like this post. Three good reasons to rerun it a year later.
The horn still lives at my house. My son made it sing a little this summer, then headed back to school. He and the horn are a year older and still doing quite well.