It’s a nice little town. Rural, quiet, and peaceful, the population of around 2,600 is notably diverse.
On the surface, nobody would care if I chose to visit or to avoid this place. Afterall, it is just one of approximately 600 similar towns in the State of Iowa. It would matter only to me.
I chose not to go.
There was a very good reason to visit this place, however. Talented people were performing. Although I had previously watched some presentations, others had been regretfully missed due to scheduling conflicts. And, of course when observing live events, no two are ever the same. Each performance is a never disappointing gift of pleasure.
Triggered by recall, memories of this small town flooded synapses. Oscillating violently, a sine wave of emotion rocked back and forth. On one side, an angel encouraged setting aside the painful reservations to embrace the fulfilling joy of artistry and brilliance. The other side demanded that I, “Forego this offering in favor of dwelling on the disappointing bitterness of many years ago.” I listened.
I chose not to go.
I rationalized my decision because, after all, there will soon be another competition. Surely, I will then be captivated by these accomplished superstars. Time can be spared to wallow in the agony of those distant and sorrowful memories.
I chose not to go.
And now, the Iowa Individual Events State Competition is imminent. This time it’s very local and volunteers are desperately needed. I am faced with another difficult decision. On one side, an angel encourages me to pitch in, to fill a needed void. But that other side is again making demands. “This is your last chance to watch these performers! Don’t give up an opportunity to experience the inspirational and imaginative creativity of these masterful troupers!” I listened.
I chose to volunteer.
I now fervently hope that chance presents an opportunity to momentarily leave my post and observe a few of the presentations. However, I am acutely aware that I may be held captive to the commitment made to the organizers and participants of this event. I am at peace with my decision - mostly. I will nevertheless lament any loss resulting from my sad and stupid decision to stay home from that little Iowa town weeks ago.
Lessons have been learned – once again.
- Never let something OLD interfere with something NEW.
- Never let painful memories interfere with present happiness.
- Never let past sorrow prevent future delight.
- Decisions based on the right thing to do are usually correct.
- A sacrifice that makes things better for someone else is called love.
- And, of course, always listen to the angel.
Good luck to all competitors. All of you are truly spectacular: The Poet, Musician, Thespian, Storyteller, Improvisational Actor, Orator, Announcer, Videographer, and Reviewer. Your selections consistently teach, inform, and entertain an audience who values and appreciates your hard work and dedication.
Congratulations to the Maquoketa Valley High School Individual Speech Orators and Musicians!
