“He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count 'em up: what then? The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.”
― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
My own mother was like that. She never met any strangers. People were naturally drawn to her because she truly loved everyone. One of her most wonderful gifts was making things happen. Wherever she went, exciting things followed. Of course she could plan marvelous events and shows, but, put her near a piano, and magic happened. Equally at ease playing background music as directing a choir or play, or accompanying a show, she could bring life to most any event or party.
As a child I was amazed that she could be playing beautiful music at the piano and be carrying on in depth conversations with people in the room. She claimed that the music simply bypassed her brain and went right from her ears to her fingers. She gave so many great opportunities to young and old people alike. She created opportunities for people to showcase their talents or to discover their talents if they didn’t think they had any. She was always ready and willing and very able to accompany and train singers and actors and dancers and choirs and anybody who happened to be standing around with nothing else to do. She was the entire package. She made sure that the show went on complete with costumes, props, scenery, signs, hoopla, lights, bells, and whistles. Little wonder people loved her.