Lessons from the Edge

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

OK, it isn't a 'new' lesson.
I've heard that statement before.
But this week, I saw the truth of it in action.

Tuesday we had a musical guest come in to sing for the residents. While I stayed around for the performance, and tried to be up-beat and help the residents have a good time, I must admit - this man's music was not among my favorites.
I mean, it was nice. He did a good job. But there wasn't a lot of variety, and his style just isn't in line with my taste in music. (Was that a kind-enough negative review? *wink*)
Anyway, after the show was over I saw one of the residents walk up to the musician and say something to him. Then he packed up his equipment and I bid him farewell.
I was passing by that resident and asked if she enjoyed the show.
She got a big smile on her face and said, "Oh, yes! He sings just like my husband used to sing to me! I told him so. Is he going to come back here sometime?"
I assured this dear woman, I would be inviting him back to sing for us. And when he's on the schedule again I will be sure she knows it, so she can come and listen some more.
Because - although his style of music may not be my cup of tea - it brought back beautiful memories for a precious lady.

Indeed, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (Or, ear, as the case may be!)