So, if you didn’t already know from some of my earlier posts, I’m part of the Marching Band at my high school. I started playing the alto sax just a year before I joined my Freshman year (that’s barely any). I was very inexperienced and unprepared for what I was going to be asked to do. I couldn’t play the music and I could barely march, so they made me an alternate who just pushes the props around. It was pretty cool, actually. I went everywhere with the band and pushed a fake camera around. I got featured on the jumbotron at Lucas Oil Stadium a couple times. It was hard, but not that hard.
This year is a whole different enchilada. I have improved my marching technique a lot, and have also spent time getting better musically. When they dished out this year’s music, it was twice as hard. But I practiced and practiced, and soon I only had a couple measures that still needed work. Yesterday (July 16, 2015), we had an all-day rehearsal to get ready for our all-week band camp. We were outside marching, and it was the time when they choose who is going to be an alternate. One of the band directors pulls someone aside during a water break and tells them that they will be an alternate for the season. I was marching around with my alto, feeling good about my improvements, when the assistant band director tells me to see him at the break. I got pretty disappointed. I worked so hard to meet their standards and I still am an alternate? What stinks the most about it is that usually only one sophomore is an alternate, the rest are freshies. So its really bad luck to be the one sophomore out of 60 that is an alternate.
At the water break I walked over and stood in front of the director. He says, “You’ve improved a ton. Not only marching and music, but also your determination and work-ethic. I’m very glad to see that you have begun to be comfortable in your position. But…” I brace myself for the bad news tat I knew was coming. “But, we need you to march Bari Sax instead.”
For those of you who don’t know, an alto sax is relatively small, but a baritone sax is about 3x as big.
For some reason I still don’t understand, I agreed to march bari. Its a lot heavier, more awkward to play, and not to mention that I have never played it before. Band Camp is this Sunday, and I have two days to learn the music and be able to march with it perfectly. But hey, it’s only marching band. Ok, it’s a lot harder than it looks. However, I do have a history of doing these kinds of things. I used to play football, and I was really good at it (not to brag). I played defensive end, but my coach needed me at fullback and tight end. I said that I’ll play whoever he put me. I ended up playing almost ever position except Qb and running back. In baseball, I typically played outfield, but my coach wanted me at third. I had a terrible fear of getting hit with the ball, but I did it anyways. And finally, band. When I took the infamous bari out of the case I was like:
That night, my band director gave a great speech. he started out with a quote.
“10% of life is what happens to you, 90% of it is how you respond”
He went on to talk about how he kicked our butts that night (very true, considering I marched with a 20 pound sax for two hours straight). He talked a lot about getting out of your comfort zone, and taking risks. No one has ever achieved greatness while being comfortable he says. If you’re starting to feel good about how you are doing, do more. Push yourself to do more than you think you can, because I know you can.
I couldn’t help but hear Jesus in his words. read it over again with God as the speaker. It sounds like him, doesn’t it? If you feel comfortable just going to church on Sunday, you need to do more. If you feel uncomfortable about something, generally, generally mind you, you’re on the right path. Has anyone ever gotten the girl of their dreams by feeling comfortable and not talking to her? Has anyone won a Super Bowl without taking a single risk? Has anyone made it to Heaven, just trying to be “good enough”? Heck No! Jesus asks for the impossible, but He rarely requires it. If you give, 110%, Jesus will give the rest. If you aim for like 98-ish, your gonna get 9.8-ish. Give your best, and then some. At band, we do a breathing exercise, where we fill up our lungs in 5 counts, and then take gulps of air for 15 counts. Our air wasn’t really full after five, was it? How about this. Raise your hand as high as you can. Higher. Higher. You could go farther, couldn’t you? That’s what we always need to do.
“The world offers you comfort, but you were not made for comfort. You were made for Greatness” – JPII
In Christ, Catholic2theMax
PS, I really need some prayers today and for the rest of the week. Thanks!