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I was visitng an alzheimers care facility (long story). I was talking to the staff and this elderly gentleman comes up to us. he could barely talk in a whisper. Nobody could understand him.
The staffers said that he was new there, so they had yet to get a handle on him, as far as understanding what he was saying, he was such a low talker.
Finally one of the staffers determined that he lost his harmonica. So the staffer goes off to his room to find it. A bout five minutes later they came back, with his harmonica.
About a foot long, double row, Chromatic. Kept in a case.
He busts this thing out and plays a few rudimentary notes. Then he starts playing some kind of waltz. Beautifully. All of a sudden his toes start tapping. he gets louder and starts playing a lot more forecefully. then he goes into a polka tune. I notice his eyes close and he is just lost in the music.
All the otehr old coots start tapping their toes too,a nd ind of dancing along with the guy. they too are lost in the music.
For about fifteen minutes the guy is rocking the house. For fifteen minutes the house is not Alzheimers patients, but they are living again.
Then the guy just collapses in his chair and nods off. The rest return to staring into space, like they had been doing before.
But for those fifteen miutes, it was magic. the power of music overcame all their problems...AMAZING.
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