Kayleigh C. Jack
2003-present Boise State University - Major: Psychology / Minor: Music
1999-2003 Eagle High School; Eagle-ID
2004-present Nancy Galvin (piano); BSU
2003-present Ray Leeds (guitar); Meridian-ID
2003-2004 Craig Purdy (violin); Boise State University
2000-2003 Richard Kriehn (fiddle/mandolin); Meridian-ID
1998-2000 Danita Hartz (violin); Meridian, ID
1994-1998 Richard Schwen (violin); Eagle-ID
EMPLOYMENT (violin/fiddle instructor):
2005-present Shiverick Violins; Eagle-ID (208-939-6725)
2003-present Hartz Music; Meridian-ID (208-884-8312)
2003-present Dunkley’s Music; Boise-ID (208-342-5549)
2002-present Vibratoca Music Works; Eagle-ID (208-939-7926)
2007-College Senator, Boise State University
2004-present Kayleigh & Angie (kayleighjack.com); Boise-ID
2003-present 2nd Stonefly Stout (acoustical rock band); Boise-ID
1999-present Treasure Valley Music Ministry (gospel); Meridian-ID
1984–present Eagle Chamber Orchestra (assistant-conductor); Eagle-ID
2003-2004 Boise State University Orchestra (classical); Boise-ID
2002-2004 Rajun Cajuns (Cajun/bluegrass); Horseshoe Bend-ID
2001-2004 Vivaldi String Ensemble (classical); Eagle-ID
2000-2003 Strings on Wheels (youth ensemble); Boise-ID
2000-2003 Eagle High School Orchestra (pop/classical); Eagle-ID
2007 Volvo for Life Award-State of Idaho Finalist (community service)
2006 Midol Idol Award (Bayer, Inc. - NYC)
2005 State of Idaho Brightest Star Award; Idaho State Capitol
2005 Lions Gate Film National Talent Search Finalist (voice)
2004 VOICES Award; Jersey City, NJ (Lane Bryant/Fashion Bug/Catherines/Charming Shoppes, Inc.)
2004 Youth Volunteer of the Year; Idaho State Veterans Home
2004 Top Five Finalist VH-1 Song of the Year
2003 Idaho Special Olympics Youth Volunteer of the Year; Boise-ID
2003 Community Service Award-Miss Teen America Pageant; Nashville-TN
2001-02 Superior Violin Rating-Difficult Category; National Federation of Music contact
SARGE by Kayleigh Jack
On a cold cement step sits a scruffy man in heavy clothing.
A small American flag is propped atop his knapsack. Behind him, a fading golden hue illuminates a gaping hole in the earth where two magnificent towers once stood. For Sarge, it will be another cold night in the Big Apple.
On September 11, Americans were awakened to gleaming knives slicing through America’s seemingly impenetrable national security. For older Americans, it was Pearl Harbor reawakened. For younger Americans, like me, these were new sounds, new visions—new feelings.
During a recent trip to New York City, I felt a discomfort when seeing Sarge, a homeless veteran, huddled near ground zero. I again felt that same discomfort while staring into the cold empty crevasse behind him. I later realized how much the man and the victims of September 11 had in common; all paid the price for freedom... for being Americans.
All of my life, I’ve sat in the comfort of my secure home and watched televised scenes from distant lands of people whose loss of liberty meant the loss of life. But, until September 11th, I’ve never been truly touched by these images. Now, reflecting on September 11th and remembering Sarge near ground zero, I feel threatened... and grateful.
While flying home from New York, I thought about the generosity and patriotism following September 11th. I wondered about the flag in front of my home. Was I a good American or just part of a passing national fervor? What about Sarge? Outside the VA Hospital a sign reads, The Price of Freedom is Visible Here. According to the National Coalition for the Homeless, 40% of all homeless are veterans... just like Sarge.
In appreciating what it means to be an American, my brother and I brought flowers to the Idaho State Veterans Home.
Inside, experts on the topic warmly shared their views: respect the flag, constitution and one-another; be faithful; appreciate blessings and liberties as well as those who sacrificed for them; learn from the past; confront mistakes and shortcomings—regardless the discomfort.
While driving away, we passed a white-haired man pushing a walker. When he smiled and flashed a thumbs up, something said to turn back. His name was Bernard Wolff (WWII-Army). Amid falling leaves and scurrying squirrels, we shared a bench while he recounted exciting, yet tragic memories. Softly, he said, “Nothing worthwhile in life is free— especially freedom. The price is how we live it; being informed, making votes count, finding common ground, not taking anything for granted... making sacrifices.” He thanked us for making his day. But really, he made ours.
I will always remember where I was on the morning of September 11th. I will always remember Sarge sitting near ground zero. I will not allow my 9/11 patriotism to become a passing fad. I will regularly visit the Veterans Home with my violin ensemble and take moments out of my life to honor those who paid the ultimate price so this nation might remain a beacon of hope for all who value freedom, justice, and liberty. It is but a small price for me, but a huge part of what it means to be an American.
Submitted on Wednesday, May 09, 2007