Of Accordions, Amplifying and a dash of the Antithetic

My dad has been playing a piano accordion from before I was born. Retreats, camps and other fellowship meetings would have everybody playing guitars, keyboards and occasionally, the piano. Not so when it came to my dad - he used to carry around this humongous box (seriously, he's been crazy enough to strap it to the rear carrier of a bike at times) which was heavy, cumbersome and unseemly. Then when the box was opened, out came this contraption that nobody around would have seen before. And he'll play with all the gusto that he could muster - lost in his own world of pushing piano keys and squeezing bellows to make music. Frankly, Dad went through life with this same attitude - great gusto and enthusiasm, without a single thought or care of what people around would think. This nature of amplifying life to it's maximum, and not caring if one is at odds with people or the surrounding opinion has filtered into me to a great extent. Dad told me once of the incident during his college days through which he was convicted to play the Piano Accordion only for God. I've held that lesson close to heart - when you're playing something for the Lord, you really don't need to care of what people around you think or say. Thanks, Dad.