Personal Narrative: Dislocation In My Life

For the first eight years of my life I had severe lens dislocation in both of my eyes; rendering me legally blind. Living with something like that makes being a normal kid difficult. I say difficult because while most things were challenging they were rarely impossible. One of the most apparent examples of this was my introduction to music. At the age of five my mom purchased a used piano from a retired music teacher. The goal was to find someone that would teach me to play. This task however, is easier said than done. We soon realized that not many people wanted to (or felt comfortable with), teaching a visually impaired five-year-old boy to play the piano. One day when I was almost six, my mom found someone who agreed to teach me. She was …show more content…
Baron in a single word, the first that comes to mind is patient. I could notice it from the very beginning of our lessons that she had an inconceivable amount of patience. I am sure there were many times between not practicing and losing my books, that I have tried that patience. I can still see that look she would give me saying, “Let’s try that one more time” after I messed up a song that I had never looked at before. Regardless of my time-consuming shenanigans, my lessons never had any kind of time limit. In fact, there were many days where she stayed with me well into six o clock. Even when I practiced a great deal, she still sometimes had to teach me the same things over and over again. The song might sound good but my finger placement was off. Or I may have got the notes right, but I played them too soft. It was important to her that I learned what she was teaching. She never got frustrated at the speed in which I learned …show more content…
After around two years of lessons, (when I was going through my eye surgeries) she sent me a card with some money to buy a toy. I did not understand at eight years old, but she did not have a lot of money to give away. She cared about me and my family. Over the years she became a close family friend as well as a teacher. When she baked cookies for her family she would always bring some over to lessons. On holidays we would exchange little gifts. Her and my mom would sit on the couch after lessons and talk about the family. My parents would go to see her a cappella concerts. I always hugged her when she left. I am unsure at what point this started to happen; but I do know that it grew stronger as the years