Hands of Iron
There was a promising young pianist. But when the young man played, it seemed to him, as if his hands were tron. He worred so much about his playing that he became over-sensitive to the reviews he was given. Unfortunately, m those days. a critic was not considered a critic unless he found something wrong. This attitude of the critics would often leave the young man ready to give up his dream and return home.
He was invited to play m Helsinki. The rich, the famous, the leaders of State were all there. The young man had one of those days where everything went wrong. That night as he played, he fel as if it were the worst concert of his young life. The next day, in the newspapers, some of the reviews were acnd and full of irony The young musician was crushed.
That day. as he $at in his hotelroom. he was in total despair. There came a knocking at his door. He had a visitor. A famous Finnish (composer had come by to congratulato the young pranst on his pertormance. The young man asked how be came to think that and began to auoto some of the newspaper (critics\/ “Hands of iron. No imagiation. Little skill. no 10y. Don\\u0027t you hear what they say?” He asked. The composor looked at this young pianist and said, “Remember, son, there is no city in the world where they have erected a statue for a critie.