The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto

by Mitch Albom

All humans are musical. Why else would the Lord give you a beating heart?

But you cannot change your past, no matter how you craft your future.

But everyone joins a band in this life. Only some of them play music.

As life goes on, you will join other bands, some through friendship, some through romance, some through neighborhoods, school, an army. Maybe you will all dress the same, or laugh at your own private vocabulary. Maybe you will flop on couches backstage, or share a boardroom table, or crowd around a galley inside a ship. But in each band you join, you will play a distinct part, and it will affect you as much as you affect it.

“The secret is not to make your music louder, but to make the world quieter.”

Man searches for courage in drink, but it is not courage that he finds, it is fear that he loses. A drunken man may step off a cliff. That does not make him brave, just forgetful.

You don’t need much to remember someone, Francisco. Even one thing will do.”

Everyone joins a band in this life. Sometimes, they are the wrong ones.