A change in life for a score
A story that invites us to reflect on the value of a righteous life.
New York, August 1980. Jim Lacey never knew that Saturday night would have such significance for her life. He was, like many others, and is suitable only for special "profession". He was a thief and night shadows of darkness will always served protective curtain. He turned off the light of his miserable little room, stuck a chisel in his pocket and went outside. His plan was considered and insurance results, started walking with apparent calm, still looking, casually, the interior of the cars parked along the sidewalk. Not even half an hour had elapsed and the walk by Jim Lacey came to an end: a Ford began to stop in an empty space a few feet away, the driver shortly after dismounting. The man, who tried Lecey good position, closed the door locked and left hurriedly.
It was difficult for Jim Lacey to break the lock, aided by the chisel. Without losing her calm composure, lifted her two suitcases that were in the car, pulled them out, shut and walked away slowly.
The contents of the suitcases complex could not fully meet the thief. There were clothes in value, but there were too many papers. Carefully separated clothing, bagged and tossed on the floor tired, countless scores. Then she went to the house the lender, a man who never made indiscreet questions, and after a moment's haggling went away with several pawn and two thousand dollars.
It was difficult for Jim Lacey to break the lock, aided by the chisel. Without losing her calm composure, lifted her two suitcases that were in the car, pulled them out, shut and walked away slowly.
The contents of the suitcases complex could not fully meet the thief. There were clothes in value, but there were too many papers. Carefully separated clothing, bagged and tossed on the floor tired, countless scores. Then she went to the house the lender, a man who never made indiscreet questions, and after a moment's haggling went away with several pawn and two thousand dollars.
Already back in his dingy apartment began to collect the sheets of music that was on the ground and thrown in a sack, he paused. In one of those sheets had a familiar phrase, he returned to Chicago back in childhood. "Ave María ..." Ave Maria ... "He also drew attention to a hymn, whose last lines would be engraved forever in your mind and heart. They said" ... but what a friend might be compared to you, Lord? ". He put both scores in a drawer and taking the sack full of papers was to empty into the street.
By the time I met Jim Lacey continued events. The owner of the suitcases was a famous conductor, who asked him desolate return the papers, which included the concert program to be run, only three days later, in the city of Buffalo.
Two days later, police reported the discovery of scores in a garbage dump and, although not all, it seemed that the teacher was satisfied, the loss of clothing and household goods not meant for him and for grieving too.
Jim Lacey felt a strange pleasure to learn that. He said the important thing of the whole affair were the two thousand dollars made, but there was something wrong, something inside him was falling when I reread the two compositions that had fallen: the anthem: "Everybody is looking for a friend" and "Ave Maria".
By the time I met Jim Lacey continued events. The owner of the suitcases was a famous conductor, who asked him desolate return the papers, which included the concert program to be run, only three days later, in the city of Buffalo.
Two days later, police reported the discovery of scores in a garbage dump and, although not all, it seemed that the teacher was satisfied, the loss of clothing and household goods not meant for him and for grieving too.
Jim Lacey felt a strange pleasure to learn that. He said the important thing of the whole affair were the two thousand dollars made, but there was something wrong, something inside him was falling when I reread the two compositions that had fallen: the anthem: "Everybody is looking for a friend" and "Ave Maria".
Not even many weeks had elapsed, when the composer received a surprising letter. One man said he lived honestly through their devotional songs and had driven him back to the Church "I've gone three times now and when you have enough courage, I confess. I'm happy because my life has changed completely." There was no signature, only two letters: JL, and within the efforts of several papers.
The composer used to attend Mass every Sunday at the Church of St. Francis of Assisi in New York. There was an October Sunday morning as he prepared to get up, a clerk touched her arm and pointed to a young man with reddish hair, who was kneeling before the altar of San Antonio.
- I want to talk to you.
They left. In a nearby cafe, with great surprise to the musicians, Jim Lacey gave him two thousand dollars.
- I'm sorry I took so long. I had to save them before talking to you, but I've seen frequently in the Church. I already confessed. Since I stole his bags I never steal again. Now I am ready to receive my punishment can notify the police.
The musician gave him his hand touched and befriended him. Regularly receives letters signed with two letters "JL" For them marriage has known Lacey of their promotions, the arrival of a child ... of the new life of a repentant man who had found God.
- I want to talk to you.
They left. In a nearby cafe, with great surprise to the musicians, Jim Lacey gave him two thousand dollars.
- I'm sorry I took so long. I had to save them before talking to you, but I've seen frequently in the Church. I already confessed. Since I stole his bags I never steal again. Now I am ready to receive my punishment can notify the police.
The musician gave him his hand touched and befriended him. Regularly receives letters signed with two letters "JL" For them marriage has known Lacey of their promotions, the arrival of a child ... of the new life of a repentant man who had found God.
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