Piano prodigy Ryan Wang recently performed an extraordinary private concert for 101-year-old Dorothy Landry, months after he captivated audiences on “The Ellen Show” and graced the stage at Carnegie Hall. This special performance was organized by CBC Music, a Canadian digital music distributor, and featured five-year-old Ryan playing “Variations on an Inner Mongolian Folk Song” exclusively for Landry.
Although Dorothy had been an avid fan of Ryan since he was three years old, her hearing impairment made it difficult for her to fully enjoy his public performances. To address this issue, CBC Music arranged a private concert that gave Dorothy an intimate musical experience.
In a cozy atmosphere, Dorothy sat in her wheelchair while young Ryan performed beside her, clutching a large teddy bear and jumping with excitement. Ryan expressed to “Grandma Dorothy” how much it meant to him to play just for her, and her face beamed with joy at the personal touch of the performance.
Dorothy was keen to show her gratitude by calling Ryan a “very special little human” and sharing her excitement for his future performances. She also invited Ryan to visit her again after his upcoming trip to China and expressed her heartfelt thanks. This heartfelt exchange highlights the profound connections that music can create across generations and borders.
Bob returns home drunk one night and slips into bed next to his wife
After a night of overindulgence, Bob found himself in an entirely unexpected situation — standing at the Pearly Gates in front of St. Peter.
But instead of accepting his fate, Bob struck a deal to return to life… as a chicken. What followed was an egg-laying, feathery experience he never saw coming.
Stumbling Into Bed
Bob was known for enjoying his nights out a bit too much, and that evening was no exception. Late at night, he stumbled into bed, quietly sliding in next to his wife, who was sound asleep. Little did he know, the night was about to take an unimaginable turn.
As the first light of dawn broke, Bob didn’t wake up in his own bed. Instead, he found himself standing before the grand Pearly Gates.
“Am I dreaming?” he muttered, confused.
St. Peter, clipboard in hand, greeted him warmly.
“Bob, I’m afraid you passed away in your sleep.”
Bob’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
“This can’t be! I’m not ready to go. There’s so much I haven’t done yet!”
St. Peter, sympathetically, offered a solution.
“Well, there is one way you could return, but only as a chicken.”
Desperate to get back to life, Bob reluctantly agreed. Without a moment to reconsider, he was instantly transported to a nearby farm, now covered in feathers, clucking involuntarily.
Clucking Confusion
Adjusting to life as a hen, Bob was met by a smug rooster.
“Well, well, look who’s new in the coop! How’s it going, hen?”
Bob, still in shock, responded,
“Not bad, but I’ve got this weird pressure inside me. I feel like I’m about to burst!”
The rooster laughed.
“Ah, you’re ovulating. Haven’t you ever laid an egg before?”
Bob, wide-eyed, shook his feathery head.
“Never.”
“Well, it’s easy,” the rooster said. “Just relax and let nature take its course.”
Bob hesitated for a moment, but then, to his surprise — and discomfort — he laid an egg. A rush of strange emotions followed, and for a brief moment, he experienced the inexplicable joy of motherhood. He laid another egg, then another. Just as he was about to lay his third, a sharp smack to the back of his head jolted him awake.
“Bob! Wake up!” his wife yelled. “You’re drunk again and pooping in the bed!”
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