Healing on the day of a big exam
I had a significant healing during my time as a music student at a large university.
At the end of every semester, we had final exams called juries. During the jury, I had to walk onto the auditorium stage alone and play my instrument, the bassoon, for the professors sitting in the audience. They would judge my performance and grade me.
When I woke up the morning of my jury, I could not open my mouth—it was like my jaw was locked. I didn’t know how I was going to play my bassoon.
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