Self-Expression Without Criticism
When I was 9 years old I played the Saxophone and thought I was pretty good at it. Unfortunately, I had a teacher who didn’t think so and he went out of his way to make sure I knew how he felt.
One day, my mother bought me a new saxophone (it wasn’t exactly new it was used) but to me, it was the best gift I ever received. Now, of course, I wanted my teacher’s approval and so I showed him my new instrument.
He called it a piece of s—!
Then the tears started to flow and from that moment on, I lost all interest in playing the saxophone.