As a child, I was given a violin to play in school. I liked the violin and played it in the school orchestra through middle school . Then I played it now and then in high school for my own pleasure, but eventually put it down for a rest. About a 40 year rest. The year I was to retire from the post office, my son found my old violin while we were cleaning out the garage. He asked, who plays this? I told him of my earlier violin playing. My son asked why I wasn't playing now. I said I had not played for years and that time was in the past. He decided with his girl friend at the time and my other children that they would purchase a violin for me the Christmas that I retired. What else did I have to do? I was so discouraged when I picked it up. I had trouble playing on one string at a time. What had my children done to me? But they were right. What else did I have to do. Fuck it, Yes! I started to practice about four days a week for multiple hours a day. There were days that I practiced for 8 hrs. My wife was really happy that she was working at the time so that she didn’t have to listen to what sounded more like howling cats than a violin being played. For almost a year I practiced. My best friend was in an Irish band and said they were looking for a new fiddle player and would I like to audition?I told him he was nuts. That I was not nearly good enough. He said, well, let me be the judge of that. Keep in mind I did not play in front of anyone at that time but I agreed to play for him. He said I was indeed good enough, come audition. I reluctantly agreed and went to the audition. Did I mention that I had not played for anyone else at that time. Sooo nervous. But I said”Fuck it! Yes! and off I went to the audition. We play regularly and have three albums out and working on a fourth. I now teach music part time at a high school nearby. I get paid to do what I love! Fuck it, yes!