Blind Teen Musical Prodigy Kuha'o Case Sees No Limits

Kuha'o Case can play songs after hearing them just once or twice.  If you’ve studied piano, you know that for most people, it’s a lot harder than that.  For Kuha’o, who is blind, it’s a gift.  He discovered this gift when he was 12 years old in Middle school.  In his music class they brought out keyboards.  Kuha’o was able to play songs almost immediately.  He said, "The first time, my fingers touched the keyboard, I felt overjoyed. It completely changed my world and my entire life.”

Soon after this, Kuha’o joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  He had begun spending weekends with his grandparents and attending church with them.  One Sunday after church, he sat down at a piano and played the songs he heard in Sacrament meetings.  His grandparents were stunned!  Since he didn’t own a piano, he started practicing piano at the church building while his grandpa cleaned it on Saturday.  After a while, he wanted to learn to play the organ.  Using his grandpa’s cleaning time to practice, Kuha’o taught himself how to play the organ.  To help him learn, Kuha’o got up at 5 am on Sunday mornings to listen to the broadcast of ‘Music and the Spoken Word’ each Sunday.  Surely he understood that the more he heard organ playing, the better he could reproduce it.  

Kuha’o’s grandparents bought a piano for him to practice on over the weekends.  Now he uses his time at the building to practice on the organ.  Every other Sunday Kuha’o plays for his ward’s Sacrament meetings, as well as singing in the ward choir and playing the piano as needed.  Kuha’o said, “I do like to practice on the organ while others are doing their jobs, because we need music—music will help them get the focus to try to do the responsibility the right way,” Kuha’o said. “I get on the organ and play. Every Saturday I do organ practice, and every Sunday I prepare for sacrament. ... That is what [music] is for—you get to bring people closer to the Lord, to come unto Him.”

A couple of years ago, Kuha’o met a man named Andy Thunell, probably at church in Hawaii.  Andy was amazed at Kuha’o’s abilities and wanted to help him.  Andy recorded Kuha’o playing the piano and posted it on Utube.  Using Utube and a fundraising website, Andy helped Kuha’o raise the money to buy himself a piano.  They burned a CD to sell and raised money for Kuha’o to come to Utah to promote it.  Kuha’o now flies to Utah each summer to take intensive organ lessons from one of the Tabernacle organists. 

What makes playing the keyboard easier for Kuha’o is that he has perfect pitch.  (That means if you hum a note or press a piano key, he can tell you what note it is.  This ability makes it possible to dissect chords and reconstruct them to replicate a song.)  

The other thing that helps Kuha’o play music so easily is that he is blind.  That sounds kind of odd—that his disability makes playing the piano easier.  But Kuha’o insists that being blind enabled him to not see barriers.  Since he doesn’t rely on sight, he doesn’t need to see something done before he’ll attempt it.  

He explained, “In my life, I see no limits. You might want to laugh at that statement, because, in reality, I see nothing at all. So, of course, I see no limits. But let me further explain. I am not trying to say that one day, I decided to raise above the challenges that had been set for me. No. What I am saying is that, because I am not able to visually see the world around me, I do not understand boundaries and limitations in the same way as the rest of you, through sight, do. It seems to me, that, in very significant ways, having your sight, might be more limiting than being blind.”

Isn’t that a wonderful way to ‘see’ the world?  With that attitude, he taught himself to play the piano and the organ without owning a piano or taking any lessons.  Further, he set personal goals to play the Tabernacle organ, drive a car, serve as a Mormon Missionary and become a movie producer.  Of those, he has played the Tabernacle organ and driven a car on his grandpa’s property.  I think he’ll be a great missionary.  Will he become a movie producer?  It would be the first time a blind person had done so.  But does that make it impossible?

Kuha’o doesn’t think so.  He said, “Heavenly Father gave me this gift first because He loves me and He wants to bless me more.  And He would someday want me to be like Him.  We can follow and accomplish our dreams in life.  Anything is possible.”

One observer noted, “While it would be so easy for someone in his situation to wallow in self-pity, Kuha'o never succumbs to pessimism. Rather, his positive attitude is constant. He knows that being blind will never keep him from realizing his dreams. Like his music, being blind is a necessary part of him. His message is that no matter how difficult our circumstances, and no matter how hard things might be, we are all capable of greatness. As he has demonstrated in his own life, if we believe in ourselves, anything is possible.”

Photo courtesy of Utube

References:

Anderson, Mike.  "Blind Piano Prodigy Kuha'o Case Tours Utah."  KSL.com.  July 16, 2012.

Besliu, Raluca.  "Kaha'o Case:  the blind piano prodigy who chooses to see no limits."  Taking on the Giant.  Web. December 26, 2013.

Dahm, Lisa Marie.  "Kuha'o Case."  North Hawaii News.  Web.  August 23, 2013.

Holman, Marianne.  "Blind Ward Organist Uses Musical Abilities to Inspire Others."  Church News.  Web.  23 July 2012.

LDS.org.  "Extraordinary Gift."  video.

Spanish Fork.org.  "9th Annual Harvest Moon Hurrah."  Announcement.  Web.

Thunell, Andy.  "Kuha'o Case, Blind Piano Prodigy to Produce his First CD."  Kickstarter.com.  Web.  June 21, 2012.

Clayton Sherrod Saw Himself as a Chef and Made Himself One

Clayton Sherrod was just 13 when his dad died of a heart attack.  Clayton was one of 10 children living poverty in Alabama before the Civil Rights era gave blacks equal rights.  As a young black teenager, he must have already felt like his opportunities for success were slim.  After his father died, his mother told him he needed to quit school to go to work to help support his family.  That limited his opportunities even further.

Clayton’s older brother had a job as a golf caddy at an all-white country club near their home.  When an opening came up for another caddy, Clayton applied and got it.  Only a few weeks later, a job as a dishwasher opened up in the kitchen.  Although it was a pay cut with harder work, less prestige and longer hours, Clayton learned that they offered free meals to the staff.  Besides, it was a steady paycheck, unlike the caddy job, which was more sporadic.

Clayton was soon eating gourmet foods in a fancy country club; foods he had never seen or tasted before with expensive cuts of meat and exotic ingredients.  He was fascinated with how the chef created these masterpieces and started watching him cook.  It looked like magic to him.  He said, “I just wanted to learn.  I would have paid them to learn.”

After a while, Clayton decided that he wanted to be the head (executive) chef there someday.  People thought he was crazy, because there had never ever been a black head chef at that country club before.  Clayton said, “but I saw something that everyone else didn’t see, that is me walking around with that big tall hat on.”  He counted how many promotions it would take for him to become the executive chef and set a goal to be promoted every 6 months.  Doing that would ensure that he became the head chef in 10 years.  Clayton worked hard, stayed late and polished the dishes to a shine.  And he kept watching closely as the chef cooked.

His hard work paid off; Clayton was promoted repeatedly over the next few years.  As he checked off each promotion on a poster on his wall, he would dance in happiness, knowing that his goal was getting closer.

When he reached the rank of ‘Sous chef,’ or the assistant to the head chef, the head chef came to him and said, “I know what you’re doing.  Don’t even think about it.  I will be the Executive Chef here for life.  You can either keep working for me or go somewhere else.”  That didn’t deter Clayton.  He came up with a plan to allow him to become head chef.  It wasn’t a mean plan, but it was sneaky.

Clayton wrote up a resume describing the perfect chef, put the head chef’s name on the top and started applying for jobs all over the country—for the head chef!  Soon the head chef was receiving job offers from everywhere.  That made him a bit proud—he was famous!  He started asking his boss for raises in pay, which his boss regularly refused.  After a time, the boss got tired of the discussion and told him he could be replaced.  The boss said turned to Clayton and said, “Will you take over until we can find another chef?”  Clayton was only too happy to fill in.  

Clayton never looked back.  And he attained Executive Chef in just 6 years.  He was only 19 years old!  He ran that kitchen for many 13 years, taking time off to attend formal culinary school in New York.  He finally quit to start his own catering business, which he has run successfully ever since.  

Although Clayton’s situation seemed hopeless, he saw himself as a future success.  He worked hard and studied with such determination that he reached his goal quickly.

Each of us can do the same if we keep our goal in mind while we work on the smaller goals that will bring us there.

To hear Clayton tell his story, http://storycorps.org/listen/clayton-sherrod/

I got the details from:  http://www.bizjournals.com/birmingham/stories/2007/08/20/focus8.html?page=all

http://www.answers.com/topic/clayton-sherrod

http://www.npr.org/2014/01/17/263113839/a-black-chef-at-an-all-white-club-who-never-looked-back

Photo courtesy of Clayton Sherrod and NPR.

My 'Everyday' Heroes of Yesterday

Sometimes doing something simple and easy qualifies someone as a hero.  Yesterday I made conversation with a gentleman in line at Office Depot as we waited to check out.  He was a well-dressed man who looked like a mature but not old James Earl Jones.  He declined to take my spot in line when I offered it to him, as I thought he might have gotten there first.  That opened up a genial discussion that ranged from family size to school teaching to settling estates.  When I reached my car and found that it wouldn’t start, I was glad that I had a friend in the store.  Just the few minutes of speaking to this kind man, I felt pretty confident that he would help me get the car started once he came outside. 

I had guessed right.  He pulled his car over and got his gear out.  As he did so, another man pulled in next to me and offered to help as well.  He looked a lot like Will Smith.  The men seemed to know each other, but only just met, yet friends because their auto tags showed each were members of the same college Fraternity.  They were brothers in that sense and behaved so as they gave my car the jump it needed to start it. 

Once the car was started, I gushed my thanks to these men.  They brushed it aside and urged me to idle for 10 minutes then head straight to an Auto Zone to have the battery checked.  Their concern for me made me feel as if I was in good hands.  Following their advice, I ended up with a new battery and no worries driving to my next several errands around town. 

Their heroism lasted just 5 or 10 minutes, but it helped me greatly.  After many years of driving unreliable cars, I had grown accustomed to having a good one.  This failure of my car battery had made me worry again about making it home without further problems.  These men eased my fears and helped me get the long term help I needed.  I was back in business without a lot of stress and drama, but with a lot of gratitude. 

I hope these men felt good inside for the ‘good turn’ they did for me.  It wasn’t grand, nothing to make the papers, but for me it was a big help.  I thought of the great line in the movie, “While You Were Sleeping.”  

Lucy: You give up your seat every day in the train.

Peter: Well... But that's not heroic.

Lucy: It is to the person who sits in it.  (From IMDB)

A house burned to the ground a few days ago in our neighborhood.  The family escaped with just the clothes they were wearing.  Nothing remains except part of the brick foundation,a charred basket ball goal in their driveway and their charred cars.  Within hours of the tragedy, the neighbors donated boxes and more boxes of clothes and supplies for the displaced family.  The neighborhood clubhouse became the collection point.  When I dropped by, they were turning away boxes of clothes, as they had determined that the family had enough at that point.  People continued to stream in, bringing gift cards and cash to help.  Most of these generous neighbors won’t miss the money or box of clothes they gave away, but it must have been a real blessing to this family.  Just knowing that the neighbors would rally behind them must have given them a big boost.  

All it takes to find these heroes is to watch for the goodness in others.  These little things qualify, just as well as the big things that generally define a hero.  As Jesus taught, “Whether you have done it unto the least of these, my brethren or to me, it is the same.”  (Matthew 25:40 roughly)  Being kind and helpful to others is being a hero to those who need that kindness or help.  And Jesus counts it as if it had been done to Him, blessing us for it abundantly.

Annie Follows a Prompting to Gather Extra Music for Funeral

A week ago today, I heard the stunning news that an acquaintance of mine had been killed.  More, her daughter had also been hurt in the tragedy.  Although I didn’t know the victims very well, I knew of the family.  They are a sweet family, just good people.  Friends of the family came forward with hugs, food and many offers of help, so much help that a coordinator was assigned to keep it all straight.  It was wonderful to watch.  Among those offering to help was my friend Annie, who offered to play the organ at the funeral. 

Saturday afternoon, the funeral was held at our local church. The night before, Annie couldn’t sleep.  It wasn’t jitters.  For some reason she thought she might need more prelude music than usual.  She had played for many funerals before, and normally she played prelude for about 30 minutes prior to the service starting.  Sleepless, Annie arose from bed at about 11 pm and searched through several hymnals she had in her collection.  Using her printer as a copy machine, she copied the ones that would fit a funeral service.  For over 2 hours, she copied comforting and loving hymns.  She arranged them in an order that would allow them to flow from one song to another, interspersing them with the half hour’s worth of music she already had collected.  After a quick run through on the organ, she felt satisfied at 1:30 am, she retired to bed. 

The next day, Annie arrived more than an hour prior to the service, in case she was needed.  She was!  The chapel was already filled with people, and the funeral director asked her to begin prelude earlier than usual.  She was grateful she had prepared so many pieces to play.  Annie took her spot at the organ and began playing. 

In the end, Annie had to provide over an hour and a half of prelude music.  During that time, her left leg had gone numb and her forearms began to spasm from the continued reaches to the second keyboard.  However, with the addition of the extra music from the night before she was able to accomplish this without panic.

Annie expressed gratitude to God for prompting her to arise the night before and prepare more music.  God knew that there would be an unusual need at the funeral, and He made sure Annie was prepared for it.  And then He ‘bore her up’ as she began to feel the effects of such long term playing.  Annie told me, “It was a really neat experience, to be a tool in the hand of God for the afternoon.”   Annie went on to accompany the hymns that were sung as part of the service, and postlude as well.  Thankfully, once the service began, she got a few minutes of a break to stretch out her leg and massage her hands and arms. 

Because Annie listened to the promptings of the spirit, she was prepared.  She was able to provide a sweet, peaceful setting for mourners to come and feel God’s love and reassuring peace as they waited for the services to begin.  Had she been fumbling through her music, or playing the same half hour of music repeatedly, it wouldn’t have been as nice.  Hearing experiences like this reminds me that our Heavenly Father loves us each individually.  He knows us and wants to help us be our best.  He wanted the service to be as great as possible to nourish His suffering children.  If I could talk to the speakers, the soloist who performed, and the other people who were involved in the service, I’m sure they’d tell me similar stories.    

Photo courtesy of BYU.edu

Rebecca Pederson Conquered Partial Deafness to Win the MET Opera Competition

Recently I attended a concert featuring a lovely new opera singer named Rebecca Pederson.  She is only 21 with only 3 or 4 years of singing experience, and a hearing problem, yet she recently won the MET competition in New York City!  It's not a fluke; it's a result of  applying hard work and determination to her talent.

Photo Courtesy of BYU

Rebecca is one of the older children in a large family-- 11 kids total.  That meant hard work helping her mom.  Rebecca loved to sing although she suffered the loss of hearing in one ear.  In High School she took a voice lesson, but it didn't really inspire her.  In her senior year, she tried singing again, joining the choir.  Rebecca said, "I couldn't sing parts for the life of me.  I'm deaf in one ear so I couldn't sing alto. So my choir teacher's like, 'Well, we'll put her on soprano.' Then it was like, 'Shh, Becca, be quiet.' Because I would stick out like a sore thumb."   

Later, Rebecca's mom took her to an Opera featuring Fredrika Von Stade.  "My mother dragged me," Rebecca said. "I fell in love with the art form. I realized it wasn't just for old people. It was alive and beautiful. It was obvious to me that it took your whole body and soul to sing opera. It takes everything you have in you to get up there and sing with that passion and force."

Rebecca began listening to opera recordings and at age 18 she started taking lessons again.  Her teacher told her she had the kind of voice to perform in the Metropolitan Opera House (MET) in New York.  That gave her hope.

After High School graduation, she was unsure of what education she should pursue.  As she prayed about it, she felt like God wanted her to build on her singing talent.  She applied to Brigham Young University to study under Darrell and Jennifer Babidge, a husband and wife team of opera teachers on the faculty.  Working two jobs to pay her bills, Rebecca wore herself out training in her spare time. Rebecca kept practicing with her mentors and teachers, putting hours into training her voice to sing and her ears to hear the music.  

After a couple of years of training, the Babidge team decided Rebecca could use some experience in competitions.  They encouraged her to enter the Met competition.  Rebecca was young and had nothing to lose, but lots of good experience to gain.  Over the next two months of competitions preceding the MET, Rebecca kept advancing- winning district, regional and semi-final competitions.  She was elated when she realized her dream of competing in the final MET competition in New York City, one of 10 singers out of 1800 entrants. 

Rebecca didn't expect to win her first competition.  It was just for experience.  But Rebecca did win!  Suddenly professional offers came her way.  She turned them all down, preferring to apply the $15,000 cash prize to her BYU tuition and continue toward her degree. 

Rebecca is quick to tell people, "Talent isn't enough to get you to the MET. It takes that, and hours and hours of study, practice and research. It takes lots of prayers, tears and sweat."  Professor Babidge agreed, adding, "Rebecca has a gift, as well as the discipline to work hard and the maturity to handle an opera career." 

The recipe for success never changes-- a measure of talent, hard work and determination, and help from God.  Rebecca has shown that this recipe works, even with a hearing loss and working two jobs. 

Sources:

McBride, Jon.  "BYU Sophomore Wins Prestigious MET Opera Competition."  18 Mar 2013.  BYU Press Release.  News.byu.edu.  22 Oct 2013.  http://news.byu.edu/archive13-mar-operastudent.aspx

Mikita, Carole.  "Partially deaf BYU student wins Metropolitan Opera Competition."  21 Mar 2013.  KSL.com.  22 Oct 2013.  http://www.ksl.com/?sid=24494905

Reichel, Edward.  "Utah Soprano Makes it to Semi-Final Round in Met Auditions." 26 Feb 2013.  Reichelrecommends.com.  22 Oct. 2013  http://www.reichelrecommends.com/utah-soprano-makes-it-to-semifinal-round-in-met-opera-auditions/

Van Walkenburg, Nancy.  "Bountiful Soprano Wins Prize at the Met."  11 Mar 2013.  Standard Examiner.  22 Oct. 2013.  http://www.standard.net/stories/2013/03/11/bountiful-soprano-wins-prize-met

Zajick, Delora.  "Congratulations to Rebecca Pederson on her 2013 Met Opera National Council Audition Win!"  12 Mar 2013.  22 Oct. 2013.  http://www.dolorazajick.com/2013/03/12/congratulations-to-rebecca-pedersen-on-her-2013-met-opera-national-council-audition-win/

  

Ghanian Ziggy Ansah Discovers Football and Becomes First Draft NFL Pick

Photo Courtesy of BYU Frontiers Magazine

My husband and I were able to fly to Utah to see the Georgia Tech vs. Brigham Young University game last weekend.  While in town, we learned of a remarkable BYU alumni football player with a great story.  Although Ezekial (Ziggy) Ansah was born and raised in Ghana, he became a first round number 5 draft pick in the NFL last year.  

Ziggy was always athletic growing up in Accra, Ghana.  He loved to play soccer and basketball, and helped his school basketball team win many games.  Because of his hard work on the court, he was voted most valuable player.  Plus he was a bright kid.  His friends say he was the smartest kind in the school, getting a perfect score on their SAT equivalent test. 

Missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints frequented the basketball court at his local high school, playing pick-up basketball when they had some free time.  After meeting on the court, the missionaries began to teach Ziggy the gospel of Jesus Christ and Ziggy believed it was true.  He joined the Church when he was 18.  Although the missionaries are transient, Ziggy stayed in contact with Elder Ken Frei, one of the missionaries who baptized him.  After Ziggy graduated from high school in 2007, Ken suggested that he attend BYU and join the basketball team. 

Ziggy applied to BYU and was accepted for the 2008 academic year.  His grades qualified him for an academic scholarship.  To pay the rest of his expenses, Ziggy took a job as a janitor on campus.  Ziggy was probably thrilled to have such a great opportunity to obtain an education.  For Ghanians, education is the key out of 'economic prison.'  And he could join the basketball team.

But Ziggy was cut from the basketball team in 2008 and 2009.  He tried the track team and did well, but his build wasn’t ideal for track, and the coaches didn’t think it was the best fit.  At 6’6” tall and 270+ pounds muscle, he really looked like a football player.  Ziggy understood Soccer, but had never really played or even watched American Football.  With some persuasion from his new friends, Ziggy tried football.  He walked on the team in 2010 and gave it his best.

His coaches said that Ziggy didn’t even know how to put on the gear they gave him at first.  He had to learn the basics of the game to even practice with the team.  But Ziggy learned quickly.  In his first game of play mid-season, he made a great tackle.  After that, Ziggy got a few minutes of play time in each game and kept improving both that year and his Junior year at BYU.

Ziggy got his big break in 2012 as a Senior when a player hurt his knee and Ziggy was given his spot as ‘noseguard’ on the defensive squad.  Now playing each game consistently, Ziggy gave BYU everything he had.  As the season finished, Ziggy was third in number of tackles, second in number of sacks, and first in number of tackles with a loss!  His hard work and study paid off.  A football scholarship that year allowed Ziggy to quit his janitor job, probably helping him succeed.  

NFL scouts didn’t even have Ziggy on their mock drafts earlier in the season.  But by the final draft, Ziggy was listed as the number 5 first round draft pick in the NFL.  The Detroit Lions offered him a 5 year contract the same day he graduated from BYU with a Bachelors degree in Actuary Science and a  minor in Math.  Ziggy is playing marvelously for this team.  

Ziggy’s decision to join the LDS church opened doors for him he may not have understood in 2007.  Through his church membership and good grades, he was exposed to BYU and football, where he applied hard work and determination to gain success.  If there is a ‘rags to riches’ story in football, this is it!  No matter what our background, with a little opportunity and a lot of hard work, amazing things can happen.

Sources:

Wikipedia, "Ezekial Ansah" updated 15 October 2013.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ezekiel_Ansah

Profile from BYU Homecoming Spectacular 11 October 2013.

Call, Jeff.  Deseret News.  25 April 2013.  "Ziggy Ansah dons cap and gown prior to heading off to NFL draft." 14 Oct 2013  http://www.deseretnews.com/article/865578964/Ziggy-Ansah-dons-cap-and-gown-prior-to-heading-off-to-NFL-draft.html?pg=all

Frontiers, BYU College of Physical and Mathematical Sciences, Fall 2013, p. 2. http://cpms.byu.edu/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/FINAL-for-Web-Spreads.pdf

Alvin Moroni Jensen Trained Horses to Win Races

Alvin was barely 11 years old when his family moved onto a ranch in Circleville, Utah.  The family moved there from Parowan to allow Alvin’s father Jorgen Peder Jensen to assume the role of Bishop to a congregation of members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  Leasing some land from Mr. Ambrose Thompson, Jorgen took on 500 acres of farmland.  Alvin resumed his duties on a farm caring for animals and milking the cows.  Alvin’s older brother John had been hired by Mr. Ambrose to work with his horses.  As Alvin got older and stronger, he began to work with his brother John.  Alvin showed such prowess with horses that Mr. Thompson hired him to also work with his horses.

Ambrose, or ‘Brose’ Thompson knew horses well and wanted to have the fastest horses in the valley.  He had John and Alvin train a set of ‘Sulky[1]’ horses differently than the norm:  Instead of training the horses to stop when pulling back on the reins, they were to increase their speed.  To stop them, one should let up on the reins, which normally caused horses to accelerate.  These differences, among others, allowed these horses to only respond properly to Alvin and John, and somehow made a difference in their racing techniques.

Although John and Alvin were only teenagers, using these techniques and spending hours working with this particular team of horses, these young men won several races in the first Iron County Fair.  The horses won Mr. Thompson first prize and top money in the white-top buggy team races, top money in the buckboard races, and they also won all the Sulky races, both for the trotters and the pacers.  Alvin remembered, “John and I were the drivers, and needless to say, this brought us a slight increase in wages.  You should have seen the monkey suits we wore—bright shirts, tight britches, purple neckerchiefs and goggles!  We were really dudified!!”

Hard work, determination and different training techniques had made winners out of these horses.  But the story doesn’t end here; it also caused problems.  Once when Alvin’s father needed to pick up a gentleman, he mistakenly took one of the Sulky horses.  Somehow he managed to get where he needed to go, but when he tried to stop by pulling back on the reins, the horse took off in a gallop.  He rode around in circles in the Kingston town square several times unable to get the horse to stop.  Finally in exasperation, he let up on the reins and the horse stopped.  

Another time John and Alvin had hitched up the Sulky’s to a wagon and were working in a field.  When their dad came to call them into dinner, the boys asked him to take the wagon and horses into the barn for them.  As Jorgen climbed up into the wagon, he tried to warm himself in the chill by jumping up and down and beating his arms about him.  This was a signal to the horses to run, which they did.  Alvin laughed, “Poor father was somersaulted to the back of the wagon and John and I had to walk all the way back to the barn.”   More than once, Jorgan said to his sons, “You crazy kids—how can you train them like this?  No one else knows how to handle them.”

Their unusual training and speed came in handy when church leader and Prophet Lorenzo Snow died in October 1901.  Church leaders and dignitaries were called back to Salt Lake City to participate in his funeral.  Needing a fast ride to Marysville, three gentlemen (Apostle Frances M. Lyman, Professor Howard Driggs and Professor Ward) were brought to the Jensen home looking for conveyance.  Church leader Mahonri Steele had brought them to the Jensen home knowing that Alvin, although young, could bring them to Marysville in time to catch their train.  

Alvin was at a dance when he got word of the situation.  Stopping at the Thompson farm to retrieve the Sulky horses delayed young Alvin in getting home, making the gentlemen worry even more about missing their train.  Alvin hitched up a good buggy and settled in his passengers, who all seemed a bit skeptical about this young man’s ability to get them there on time.  Alvin vowed to get them there EARLY.  After all, this was the team that took all honors at the county fair!  Alvin rode the horses hard, delivering the passengers a full 50 minutes early to the train station.  Driving that fast caused one seat spring to break and the passengers to have to hold on tightly to their seats.  Professor Driggs, who sat in the front with Alvin, said it was the best ride he ever had.  

Training these horses using different techniques gave Alvin and John the edge to win many races in the county fair, but also gave them unintended challenges.  Fortunately, with good humor and hindsight, one can laugh about the challenges.  

Source:  Jensen, Alvin Moroni.  “My Life Story.”  1974 pp. 4-7.  Found at http://johnsonfamilyhistorystories.blogspot.com/2013/08/alvin-moroni-jensen.html

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[1] A Sulky is a two wheeled cart pulled by horses like a chariot.  Alvin called these specially trained horses ‘Sulky’s.’