{"id":240,"date":"2015-10-05T19:50:34","date_gmt":"2015-10-06T00:50:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jillmaria.com\/wordpress\/?p=240"},"modified":"2016-08-22T14:53:33","modified_gmt":"2016-08-22T19:53:33","slug":"the-failures-of-youth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jillmaria.com\/?p=240","title":{"rendered":"The Failures of Youth"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I remember my very first high school concert as a nervous director. I went to raise the stand a little after I already started a choir piece. The TOP of the stand came off in my hand, and the choir started snickering. I tried holding stand with left hand and directing with right for a moment, and realized that was not going to work. I stopped, spun around on one foot and held up the top of the music stand and said, “I told Mr Ding (Barbara Vieth Ding<\/a>) that I felt like I was falling apart today, but didn’t mean this literally!” People laughed, I turned around, we regrouped and started the song again. Holy Man, that was in the fall of 1993….. Long time ago……<\/p>\n

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