More than feathery pages. . .

More than words on paper. . .

We are all a Story in The Book.

Do you know this one?

A grandson of slaves, a boy was born in a poor neighborhood of New Orleans

His dad abandoned the family when he was an infant. His mother became a prostitute and the kid and his sister had to live with their grandmother. Early in life, he proved to be gifted for music and, with three other kids, he sang in the streets and became a professional of sorts by having coins thrown at him.

A Jewish family, Karnosvsky, who had immigrated from Lithuania to the USA, had pity for the 7-yr-old boy and brought him into their home. Initially given ‘work’ in the House, to feed this hungry child. Then he remained and slept in this Jewish family home where, for the first time in his life, he was treated with kindness. When he went to bed, Mrs. Karnovsky sang him a Russian lullaby that he would sing with her.

Later, he learned to sing and play several Russian and Jewish songs. Over time, this boy became the adopted son of this family. The Karnovsky’s gave him money to buy his very first trumpet; they sincerely admired his musical talent. When he became a more established professional musician, he used these Jewish melodies in compositions, such as St. James Infirmary and Go Down, Moses.

The little boy grew up and wrote a book about this Jewish family who had adopted him in 1907. In memory of this family and until the end of this life, he wore a Star of David and he said that it is in this family that he had learned “how to live real life and determination.”

The little boy?

Louis Armstrong. . .

More than feathery pages. . .

More than words on paper. . .

We are all a Story in the Book.

Hmmmmm. . .

What a Wonderful World, huh?

Pssssssst: You’re Story–it’s still be written. . . .

Make it E X T R A

Ordinary!

It’s quite the Symphony not only waiting to be fully composed, but

played. . .sung. . .heard!

You OWE it to the World. . .

and the World awaits.