When I was a young woman, there was a girl in my ward who “made” me want to throw up my hands and give up on most things. She was tall, blond, athletic, and talented. She was everything I wasn’t. I know, because I took careful comparison notes. Then came the year she taught herself to play piano. Within that year, she could play circles around me, and I’d been playing since age five.
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