OK, so embedding has been blocked on this video, but if you click on the title of this post you can see it on you tube. This almost moved me to tears because of the beauty of her voice AND the context in which she sang. I have heard about this all weekend, but I just now watched it. I found myself thinking she was so old, until I thought about it and she is the same age as my mother. Americans age more gracefully I think because my mom looks ten million times younger than this lady. She's 47 and never been kissed or gone on a date! (Susan Boyle, not my mom) Watching everyone sneer at her and make fun of her and then have to change their tune after she sang reminded me of a quote from Little Women.
It seldom is, at first, and thirty seems the end of all things to five-and-twenty. But it's not as bad as it looks, and one can get on quite happily if one has something in one's self to fall back upon. At twenty-five, girls begin to talk about being old maids, but secretly resolve that they never will be. At thirty they say nothing about it, but quietly accept the fact, and if sensible, console themselves by remembering that they have twenty more useful, happy years, in which they may be learning to grow old gracefully. Don't laugh at the spinsters, dear girls, for often very tender, tragic romances are hidden away in the hearts that beat so quietly under the sober gowns, and many silent sacrifices of youth, health, ambition, love itself, make the faded faces beautiful in God's sight. Even the sad, sour sisters should be kindly dealt with, because they have missed the sweetest part of life, if for no other reason. And looking at them with compassion, not contempt, girls in their bloom should remember that they too may miss the blossom time. That rosy cheeks don't last forever, that silver threads will come in the bonnie brown hair, and that, by-and-by, kindness and respect will be as sweet as love and admiration now.
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