will share a secret: this is how talents are bestowed. Before newborns open their eyes, we circle them, appearing as brilliant colors, and when they clench their tiny hands for the first time, they are actually grabbing the colors they find most appealing. Those talents are with them for life. The lucky ones {well, in my opinion, the lucky ones} choose me. Music. From that point on, I live inside your every hum and whistle, every pluck of a string or plink of a piano key. I cannot keep you alive. I lack such power. But I infuse you. And
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The passage describes a mystical process by which talents are granted to newborns. Before they gain sight, they are surrounded by vibrant colors, which symbolize potential talents. As babies grasp these colors with their little hands, they are effectively selecting their lifelong gifts, with music being highlighted as a special blessing. According to the narrator, some individuals are truly fortunate as they connect with music, and the narrator becomes a part of every musical expression they create.

The author emphasizes the deep, transformative connection between talent and life, portraying music as an essential force that permeates existence. While the narrator acknowledges that they cannot sustain life, they play a crucial role in inspiring and enriching individuals through their musical journey. This enchanting reflection on talent and the essence of music is at the heart of "The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto" by Mitch Albom.

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