When my mom was a young girl in the church choir, she was apparently such a bad singer that they asked her just to mouth the words. As a result, even as an adult, she would just hum and conduct when a song that she liked came on the radio. Or she would start singing and then catch herself and stop.
The Christmas that she was really sick she decided that we should all go to church on Christmas Eve. The preacher asked us to join in the singing of Silent Night. That year, my mom sang out loud. And she sounded (objectively, unbiasedly) beautiful. She had a beautiful singing voice, all that time.
There are many lessons there. (1) Never wait until the last year of your life to sing out loud. (2) Don't listen to what other people have to say. (3) When listening to Silent Night, one requires many tissues.
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