I first met “Guitar Leonard” two months ago during lunchtime along the side of a quiet street. I was 100 miles from home and in a hurry to get back for an afternoon meeting.
As I rounded a corner in the two-lane road, I spotted a man pulled over in a small gravel parking lot. He was standing next to his car and playing an acoustic guitar with boundless energy and a smile as big as the midday sun.
I hit the brakes, and, after performing a debatably illegal U-turn, I pulled in next to him and stepped out of my car. He eyed me with some suspicion as I approached.
Assuming he was busking like many I’ve met in places like Portland, New York or Los Angeles, I fished a few dollars from my pocket and scanned the ground for a hat or guitar case. To my surprise, I found none.
“All right, my friend,” I said, with my hand extended, “I’ve just got to know. What’s your story?”
One hour later, I had much more than a story — I had a friend.
Leonard, who asked me not to use his last name, works as a maintenance man at a large church near Washington, D.C. Everyday for lunch he finds a spot, often the same one where I first met him, and plays his guitar.
“But you don’t take tips?” I asked.
“I don’t play for money,” he said flatly. “I play for God.”
Leonard explained that more than 20 years ago, he was fighting his way through a gritty life soaked with alcohol, clouded by drugs and financial struggles. One day, a friend passed along a rumor about a paid position in a nearby church and, despite his doubts, Leonard tracked down and met with the pastor.
After a long discussion about Leonard’s skills and his ability to fix anything and everything, he was offered the job.
Shocked at the sudden opportunity, Leonard’s red, blurry eyes met the pastor’s. “Sir, I’m an alcoholic and I play my music too loud. Why would God want me working in his house?”
The pastor smiled, “Because it can be your house, too.”
It took time, but because someone believed in him, Leonard turned his life around and embraced hard work and his musical skills like never before. He became frugal with his income and invested in guitars and other equipment.
The man has never had a lesson, yet seems to know every style. Leonard played for me a half a dozen songs ranging from hymns to rock to blues. He even improvised a song about a strange man in a white shirt and tie watching him play on the side of the road. I shouted, “That could be a hit!”
In between numbers, I asked my new friend what he’d learned during his years playing for joggers, bikers and cars.
“I’ve learned that all talent comes from God. I couldn’t just do this by myself. He made it happen for me.”
We discussed the many people who’ve stopped with business cards and offers to help him take his music to a wider audience. But he says they just don’t get it. “I’m not playing to be famous. I play because it’s what I love to do.”
What else has Guitar Leonard learned?
He believes that when you have questions, you don't turn to the world for answers — you turn to heaven. “The world will lead you in every direction,” he said, letting the guitar hang from his neck as he swept his arms in a wide circle. Then he looked up and added, “But he will not.”
- LDS missionaries developing strategies to...
- Mormon missionaries shine shoes, teach the...
- LDS Church alters Christmas devotional tradition
- Christmas lights on Temple Square in pictures...
- In Our Lovely Deseret: Mark Twain and Winston...
- Mormon-raised Paul Walker remembered for...
- LDS growth in India draws media attention
- Nelson Mandela's faith made him a worldwide...
- LDS missionaries developing strategies... 63
- LDS Church alters Christmas devotional... 26
- Defending the Faith: 'Pleased as man... 22
- What's new: 'Women and the Priesthood'... 21
- Mormon missionaries shine shoes, teach... 21
- Space and religion: How believers view... 13
- Tips for LDS bloggers from the... 8
- In Our Lovely Deseret: Mark Twain and... 8