I just played a bridal shower at the Grosse Pointe War Memorial.
The hostess said a brief hello when she arrived, but I was mostly ignored by a roomful of 40 women.
Until I played my last note, stood up, and put my jacket back on.
Then everyone clapped.
As I walked out, I was told multiple times how wonderful I sounded and what a good job I had done.
The war memorial is dedicated to the veterans of World War II.
But today, I’m going to remember that even when I think that no one hears me, someone is listening.