Miracle off 28th Ave. on Tuesday Afternoon


Happy New Year! And I’m taking a break … LOL!

Instead, please enjoy this short blog post I wrote a year ago. About a beautiful experience I had, and I’d like to share with you. Let the music begin …

A Miracle off 28th Ave. on Tuesday Afternoon

Posted on December 28, 2010, by Shari Lopatin

It started with a simple routine walk during my lunch break.

Through the same neighborhood and past the same ordinary houses occupied by the same aging couples. Wearing the same workout clothes, and pounding the pavement with the same 2-year-old tennis shoes.

I continued walking down my routine path this Tuesday afternoon, feeling the steady pace of my feet below, when I heard it. Like an angel singing to me from another dimension, it sliced through the deafening silence of the neighborhood.

Music. Pure, dramatic piano notes dancing in the gentle breeze. Climbing up my spine and into my ears, filling me with an electric energy I hadn’t felt in years.

I stopped in my tracks–searching to my left, to my right. From where did this heavenly melody arise? I knew this tune, one of the first I’d learned as a little girl: Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Climb Every Mountain” from The Sound of Music.

I suddenly realized this was no recording. It was live, and the individual playing was no amateur. Here I was, my work’s I.D. hanging from my neck, toes peeking through tips of old sneakers wearing away, standing in the middle of a retired neighborhood, and enjoying a live piano concert with the sun beating on my face.

My senses led me to the cozy, one-story house across the street from where I stood. With their windows open, oblivious to my undivided admiration, a shadowed face played for me.

Man or woman, boy or girl, I did not know. But their passion sang to my passion, their beauty filled my soul, and I drifted away as their music mounted higher into the crisp autumn air. I used to fall asleep this way, drifting to the sounds of hypnotic notes as my father played into the night.

That’s when I realized a miracle took place off 28th Ave. this Tuesday afternoon. I’d broken free. Away from Corporate America. Away from the cubicles, the computer screens and the repetition.

And I flew.

9 thoughts on “Miracle off 28th Ave. on Tuesday Afternoon

  1. Love the description. Story appealed to my senses except the tongue.
    Which part did I like most? ‘…pounding the pavement with….’

    Happy blogging Shari.

  2. I had a similar experience. Upon residing in my new (or should I say old, very old, like thousand year old) apartment during my first day or 2 in Italy, and sitting in the window of my Florence apartment on the second floor, I hear a beautiful magical noise of violin music. Yonder across the way of my apartment is a violinist playing in his window. I listened and enjoyed, till he saw me listening joyously and slammed the shutters to his window in anger that I dare listen in. I guess it wasn’t so magical on both ends.

  3. Mine happened 2 days after I had my dog of 15 years was put down at the vet. I took a trip to the Humane Society and saved a 4 month old German Shepherd puppy. She was found in the desert and was sick with pneumonia, had cactus needles stuck in her mouth and had been attacked by coyotes. The vets there said that I could take her home but she had slim chance of living given her condition. 10 years later she is chewing on shoes, stealing my wallet and hiding it in her corner of the house, along with providing much needed support to our other 2 rescued animals. I see this as a miracle because we needed her just as much as she needed us and God put her right where she needed to be that day back in November 2001.

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