06/09/2026
Weekly Story
Don’t Roll Over, Beethoven
By Anna Perlini, adapted
When my father had me listen to Beethoven’s 6th Symphony for the first of many times, he was undoubtedly trying to impart his passion for classical music. Yet he wanted to teach me more.
I was only a small child at the time, yet I remember it vividly. The music started gently, depicting a peaceful pastoral scene, as I happily played at my father’s feet. Then a little cloud came, and I started feeling a bit apprehensive and huddled closer to him. Then came a rumble of thunder, then lightning, and it kept building until the storm got so powerful, so huge, so scary, that I ran to my father’s arms. He whispered comforting words, “Don’t worry, my child. The storm will pass. See? It’s already going away. The music is changing.”
Every so often we would listen to it again—eventually, I was the one asking for it. We would smile and laugh together when the tranquil tune came back after the climax—the peace and calm after the storm.
Many years passed; that little girl grew up, and Beethoven’s 6th Symphony was forgotten, replaced by many other soundtracks.
But eventually, the real storms of life arrived. During one particularly troubling time, someone gave me a CD of that symphony, and it happened all over again. I was moved to tears, realizing that my father had known all along what life would hold for me: peaceful days, heavy storms, and then peace again. It was as though he had wanted to prepare me in advance.
Eventually most storms cease, and all is calm again—and often even more beautiful and sparkling clear than before.
To this day, whenever I listen to that particular piece of music, I shed a few tears. I can’t help it, really; it’s my life’s theme song.