Dan Brown

I run a pawn shop. You see a lot of sadness here. A kid, maybe 12, came in with a guitar. It was a cheap acoustic, scratched up. "How much?" he asked. "I need to buy my mom a birthday present." I looked at the guitar. It was worth maybe $10. "Play me something," I said. He played. He wasn't great, but he had heart. He closed his eyes and strummed. "You know," I said, scratching my beard. "That's a rare model. vintage wood." "It is?" "Yeah. I can give you $50 for it. But on one condition." "What?" "You can't sell it. You have to keep it here on 'loan' and come practice on it twice a week. If you don't practice, the deal is off." He took the $50. He bought his mom a necklace. He comes in every Tuesday and Thursday. He’s getting better. I’m not buying a guitar. I’m investing in a musician. Anonymous

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