When I gave my old guitar to a boy with big dreams, I didn’t realize it would uncover deep family scars I hadn’t expected. Soon, I found myself facing a choice that would change everything for both of us.
Every evening, I’d sit on my porch with my old Gibson Les Paul, fingers moving over the strings, bringing old memories back to life. That guitar was all I had …
When I gave my old guitar to a boy with big dreams, I didn’t realize it would uncover deep family scars I hadn’t expected. Soon, I found myself facing a choice that would change everything for both of us. Read More