My Teacher

Hoja Pitts. One person that makes my life as different as you can imagine. She was the only one that would walk into the room with a smile on their face no matter how much sadness rained over us. Her laughter made all of us think she was the joy of life from God. Mrs. Hoja was only 61. To young to die of lung cancer. The day of her funeral I picked up my violin, and I played no matter how many tears crossed my face. I went to the funeral and played for her. I got the most precious experience out of all her students. I sat right next to her violin. Her life made me different. She taught me that life is the greatest gift of all. You just have to use it correctly.