by Susan Cross
When I attend a baseball game, during the 7th inning stretch I stand up and sing Take Me Out to the Ballgame at the top of my lungs. I cannot sing very well but I feel the song in my heart and sing it with my arms waving because I love baseball. My grandmother taught me that song when I was about 5 years old and she never told me to sing it quietly because I didn't have a great singing voice.
Now, these many years later, if a TV camera and boom mic zoomed in on me the media would laugh and say, "She'd never make it on American Idol!"
I sing in the shower, in the car and even out in public. Music is a good thing. I’ve had a vision problem since eye surgery in November and I can't see very well right now but I am grateful that my ears still work. I can still hear and enjoy music and if I couldn't I would probably still sing whether anyone likes my voice or not.
So what's my point?
I am not a Romney supporter but when he sang America the Beautiful at a rally the media ridiculed him. Did it ever occur to anyone that singing usually makes people happy? Even people who can't sing well? And, I personally thought he sang it pretty good considering he is running for office not competing for a record contract.
By the way I dance, too—much better than I sing—and I do that in public and in private, in the living room, when I'm cleaning the house--if there’s music I dance. Because it makes me happy. And I won't be appearing on "So you Think you Can Dance" either.
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