<HTML><FONT FACE=arial,helvetica><FONT SIZE=2>Tom,
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<BR>Your post was quite moving. Thanks for offering us a glimpse of so=
mething that we all hope we don't have to see from the inside.
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<BR>Dave Stahl
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<BR>In a message dated 10/13/03 7:10:37 PM Pacific Daylight Time, Tvak@aol.c=
om writes:
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<BR><BLOCKQUOTE TYPE=CITE style="BORDER-LEFT: #0000ff 2px solid; MARGIN-=
LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px">Today I tuned a Wurly spine=
t in a nursing home. I have never experienced such negativity anywhere=
in my brief (6 years) career as a tuner. There were about 10 patients=
of the nursing home in the activity room where the piano was and as soon as=
I walked in and introduced myself to the attendant, a chorus arose.
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<BR>"He's not going to PLAY the piano, is he?" to which the attendant would =
reply, "No, he's going to tune it." Five minutes later, "What's he doi=
ng at the piano? Is he playing it?" "No, he's tuning it." =
And as if there was a tape loop set up in the room, five minutes later, some=
one else would ask, "What's he doing at the piano? Is he playing it?" =
"Does he have to play the piano?" "Why can't he stop?"
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<BR>I tuned as quietly and quickly as I could.
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<BR>Then they started a game of BINGO. I'd respectfully pause as each =
number was called, and then resume striking keys and tuning, but after every=
number, someone would yell out "I can't hear because of that piano!" =
One lady threw her BINGO board on the floor and refused to play because I ma=
de it too difficult to hear.
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<BR>These people in the twilight of their lives had returned to a state of c=
hildhood, where their only concern was themselves.
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<BR>I always try to do the best job I can under any circumstances, whether i=
t be noisy kids, barking dogs, no light, whatever...it doesn't faze me. &nbs=
p;Never before have I felt like I just wanted to get out of there as quickly=
as I could. I didn't adjust the pitch, it was about 10 cents sharp. &=
nbsp;I tuned it where it was; as quietly, and quickly as possible, and heade=
d for the door. It probably wasn't a very stable tuning: I didn't feel=
like I could really strike those hard blows without garnering more animosit=
y. They made me feel in no uncertaint terms that I was intruding.
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<BR>I know these people have problems much more severe than my own. Th=
is is not a happy time in their lives. This post is not meant as an in=
dictment of their behavior. Rather it is about my reaction to it=
.
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<BR>This experience made me realize that I have gotten used to people being =
happy to see me. I come on time, I provide a service that improves the=
ir lives in a small way, I'm polite, and everyone comes out ahead. Day=
after day.
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<BR>I enjoy the general pleasantry of my daily existence. Without this=
nursing home appointment I don't think I would have been cognizant of that,=
having become accustomed to it.
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<BR>I went to my next appointment and met the most delightful old retired fe=
llow with a beautiful 1915 Steinway Louis XIV grand. I think it was ro=
sewood.
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<BR>Tom Sivak </BLOCKQUOTE>
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