There was a peer at a fellow church who was a naturally gifted musician and amazing guitar player.  I could hold my own, but he would learn songs in a day that took me days or weeks to learn.  As I have previously mentioned, I have virtually no musical ear and I struggle to read sheet music.  What I did know how to do was use my instrument as a percussive one like Dave Grohl.  In any case, I had to learn each song very painfully – note by note.

I was so ashamed of myself when I played next to this guy – I would beat myself up for not being as good and wondered what I was doing wrong.  Only last week when I was walking with the girl, I realized and told her in some ways, I had the better story.

It was me who played in the best jazz ensemble in the county, not him.  My fingers really bled from all the fumbling around.  But I knew how to get the most out of my limited talent.

In a way, this was the better story.