Srahartman
The box tumbled of the back of the moving truck. The dishes spilled all over the road. The dishes broke into a million pieces. There was no putting them back together. They were gone. Forever.
The violin was ready to go. The audience was attentive. The chair was set up in the middle of the room. All he had to do is walk to the chair, sit down, and begin playing. He was ready.
He worked for years on his farm. Out in the sun. Trying his best to provide for his family. Never knowing if he would have enough for them...but making sure he did his best.