Horowitz, exams, and miracles

As a child, I took piano lessons. I didn't like to practice. I didn't progress much, but I did develop an enjoyment of classical music.

In law school, I began to practice the piano on my own. I looked forward to it. One day, I learned that Vladimir Horowitz was scheduled to give a concert near the campus. I rushed to get a ticket. "We were sold out from the beginning," I was told. "Perhaps someone will turn in a ticket the day of the performance. Check back with the ticket office then."

Horowitz no longer gave many concerts—only several a year. I was really eager to hear and see him. On the day of the concert, I wondered whether anyone would turn in a ticket to the box office. As I was anxiously worrying whether I would get in, a thought came to me: "My day can't be ruined if I don't get in. Whether or not there is a ticket for me, this is still God's day, and nothing can take away my joy in it."

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Poor God? No way!
July 31, 1995

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