He asked me questions about my orchestra and what pieces I liked to play as well. At the end of the tour,

seeing my envious look at the instruments, the owner picked up a lower-end,

but still worth at least a million dollars' violin and asked me to have a try while he held it. I very carefully played it.

Having enjoyed my performance, he proudly said, "Wonderful! You have such a great gift for it.

I hope you can "My fate is not governed by me days" and become a famous violinist in the future."

I listened to his words with a smile, moving tears rolled down my cheeks. Moments later,

I left the shop without even remembering his name,

my passion for the instrument kindled.

I don't remember his name at this point, but I am very grateful to him.

I'm so glad that he ignored my dad's bad manners and lack of social awareness and decided to take the time out of his occupied day to show a non-customer without appointment around.

His warm behavior inspired me to continue loving and pursuing my instrument after high school! I still play the violin to this day,

and I've picked up some other instruments along the way, too.

I will never forget the violin shop's owner