My Thirteen-Year-Old Son Sold His Guitar to Help a Classmate. The Police Visit the Next Morning Revealed What Really Happened.
Then the older man asked whether Noah had written any music lately.
“A little,” Noah admitted.
“Keep at it,” Walter said.
“People need music too.”
As we left, I realized our town had gained more than a recovered guitar.
It had gained a difficult conversation between a child and an adult who had both made mistakes and had both chosen to correct them.
PART 8
The new equipment process turned out to be neither simple nor fast.