THE PROFESSOR

He was a tall man who rarely spoke. Everywhere he went he toted a large bag at his side. Once a week he came to the shelter for a check-up, a shower and a hot meal. Rarely uttering a word during his visits, the Professor would sit down at the piano before he went back to the street each week. He would reach into his big bag and pull out a stack of handwritten sheet music and play some of the most beautiful music I've ever heard. When it was time to leave, the Professor would put his music back into his bag and without saying a word to anyone return to his home in the park. People called him the Professor because he was once a professor of music at a prestigious university.

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