Getting a FruitGift Basket Is A High School Band Camp Relief
I have an aunt who is one of the most thoughtful, giving persons I know. Let me tell you about a terrific surprise my aunt sent to me. She sent a package to me that truly helped me through a very trying time in my life. I was at Band Camp late in the summer. Her own daughter had attended this same one a few years earlier. Band Camp is a week of rigorous instruction in which performances for football half-time shows, as well as week-end competitions are learned. It is a week of structured activity and, frankly, hard work. It is an extremely strenuous activity, as choreography, music memorization, and fine-tuning skills are perfected.
Band Camp is located in an isolated rural place, far from comfortable amenities and distractions. The camping cabins are rustic, smell of mildew, and are spider-ridden. Not only did we have to adjust to sharing personal space with fellow band members and their annoying habits, we had to sleep on lumpy, musty mattresses. Even though sleeping arrangements were uncomfortable, exhaustion from each day’s activity made these conditions a welcome respite.
Meals were shared in a cafeteria setting; campers sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on hard benches. The food consisted of bland-tasting, fattening choices. Nothing was fresh; everything tasted like it came from a can…and it probably did. Because we were so active, by the time meals were served, we were so hungry that we really didn’t care what we ate, as long as it was filling.
The week I attended Band Camp, the weather was uncomfortably hot and humid. Seasonal allergies prevailed as pollen counts elevated. Being at Band Camp was both stressful and strenuous. Practices were brutal and the pressure of living in this kind of environment, as well as the mental and physical demands, made me miss the ordinary comforts of home.
One day, about mid-week, I was in a particularly foul mood. The rigorous activity and the cramped living conditions were bothering me. I was hot and tired. My allergies were making me even more uncomfortable, depriving me of much-needed sleep. My muscles were sore and I was probably on the verge of dehydration. During a short rest break, my fellow campers and I heard the roar of a delivery truck coming down the lane, kicking up a trail of dust. “Wonderful. Probably another delivery of slop for dinner”, I said sarcastically. Imagine my surprise (and delight) when the Band Director called out my name with his megaphone to inform me that the delivery was actually for me.
As I hurriedly tore the heavy box open, while fellow campers stood around and watched, I found a hand-written note from my sweet aunt, whose own daughter attended Band Camp a few years before. “I know how you need to keep up your energy. Enjoy!”
Inside the box was a colorful basket FULL of fresh, juicy fruit. There were red and yellow delicious apples, green Bartlett pears, red grapes, and bright oranges. Juicy nectarines and peaches were also included. Sealed packages of raisins, dried cherries, and banana chips were thrown in, as well. It was a bushel-full, so there was enough fruit to share with everyone! The colorful arrangement was so enticing, we began enjoying it immediately. The basket of fresh fruit was the healthiest we had eaten all week. We savored each nutritious mouthful. It gave us the boost we needed to make it through the week…physically and mentally.
Due to my aunt’s thoughtfulness, my band-mates and I can look back at our Band Camp experience with fondness. It was one of the more memorable highlights of the week. Sending me the Fruit Gift Basket turned out to be the encouragement (and nourishment) I needed to see me through to the end. It arrived at one of the more difficult times in my life and turned it into a positive experience. In fact, it was such a great idea, I plan to send a delicious Fruit Basket to other band campers in future years. I’m sure they will appreciate it as much as I did.
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