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My brother recently lost his job. As a successful engineer with a great company for twenty years, he thought his job was safe. He was wrong—the company downsized and he was out. He quickly became depressed. Being single, work had become his hobby and his life. Most of our family members are amateur musicians, so we set out to help his depression by getting him involved in music. His first reply: “I don’t want to learn how to play the piano!” I won’t say it was easy, but we got him to his first lesson. That time out of the house, away from unhappy thoughts, doing something constructive, has really made a difference for him—and the rest of us, especially since we needed a pianist.