A little tribute to a local choir and itís wonderful back-story.
One of the first black men who came to Denmark was made to stand on a small stage at a amusement park, so people could come and look at this strange dark-skinned man. He didnít know any Danish and only very little French, so he didnít understand what people were saying and had nobody to talk with.
One day he got sick and was rushed to the hospital. It was difficult for the doctors to explain to him what was wrong, but somewhat managed with a French teacher.
The nurses could tell the man was in pain and scared, but didnít know how to comfort him. Then one night when it was really bad, one of the nurses took his hand and started humming a little tune for him. She noticed it made him relax, and told the others.
Soon all the nurses started singing for him to keep his spirit up, and even had a doctor join in.
It made the man so happy and left such a strong impression on him, that a few years later when he had learned how to speak Danish, he returned to the hospital and asked the nurses if they wanted to start a choir.
It was called The White Choir because of the white uniforms, and is today made up of 28 nurses and doctors.