I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in junior high, playing in the band, and on this day, we were in our first period class, practicing. Suddenly my band teacher stopped the whole band to tell me I was playing a certain passage wrong.
Immediately I jumped to my own defense and made a bunch of excuses. He listened for about 5 seconds, then looked down over the tops of his glasses with a frown and said, “Do you want to learn to do it right, or do you want to make excuses? Listen to me!”
You can imagine how angry and embarrassed that made me feel. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me! I felt the eyes of all my friends and fellow band members boring a hole into my back. It was horrible and humiliating.