It’s 5pm, and I am sitting on a cafe patio alongside several others sipping and chatting and easing into the evening.
Also on the patio is a musician. He is playing gently, sweetly, songs everybody knows a few words to.
But the people on the patio don’t clap, say, do anything to acknowledge him. We sip and we chat, sip and chat.
I notice, though, that the musician’s playing is no less gentle, no less sweet.
And I have to think that he would play the same way if we were a roaring crowd of thousands. He would pour all his heart had to pour into these songs.
When I leave the patio, I thank the musician. And it is a thank you for his songs.
And for showing me that sometimes courage is playing full and playing on no matter what the people on the patio say or do.