alonzoquixano
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I recently had this experience and wanted to share. This is an example of life being stranger than art. A situation where the ukulele saved, or at least made better, the day.
I have multiple sclerosis and was recently hospitalized with a pulmonary embolism. I was sent to a rehab hospital to recover before going home. Of course I had my ukulele, and played it all the time. I entered the rehab hospital on a Friday night. Saturday, I played much of the day, often in common areas. I heard rumors of a wedding. Sunday, a hospital staff person came to me and said "I understand you are a musician, do you think you could play the Wedding March?" This was at 1030AM so I asked when the wedding was. She answered today at 2.
A patient in the hospital had been planning to be married before he had a serious neck injury. They decided to go ahead with the wedding, but it would have to be at the rehab facility. They didn't have music. It was a low key but emotional ceremony.
I told the staff person that I did not know the song on the uke but I would give it a shot. 90 minutes or so later I figured it out and could play it. There I was, <48 hours out of the big hospital and playing for a wedding.
I was glad to help this couple out, starting a long road of recovery and a different life than they expected a couple months earlier. Some of my friends offered that maybe I was meant to have been sick just then and in the place where I could contribute to this special event.
Who knows?
I have multiple sclerosis and was recently hospitalized with a pulmonary embolism. I was sent to a rehab hospital to recover before going home. Of course I had my ukulele, and played it all the time. I entered the rehab hospital on a Friday night. Saturday, I played much of the day, often in common areas. I heard rumors of a wedding. Sunday, a hospital staff person came to me and said "I understand you are a musician, do you think you could play the Wedding March?" This was at 1030AM so I asked when the wedding was. She answered today at 2.
A patient in the hospital had been planning to be married before he had a serious neck injury. They decided to go ahead with the wedding, but it would have to be at the rehab facility. They didn't have music. It was a low key but emotional ceremony.
I told the staff person that I did not know the song on the uke but I would give it a shot. 90 minutes or so later I figured it out and could play it. There I was, <48 hours out of the big hospital and playing for a wedding.
I was glad to help this couple out, starting a long road of recovery and a different life than they expected a couple months earlier. Some of my friends offered that maybe I was meant to have been sick just then and in the place where I could contribute to this special event.
Who knows?