Gabriel's POVI rose slowly and made my way down to the basement, where an old violin had gathered dust in the corner for years. I took it out, opened the case, and ran my fingers over the strings. When I drew the bow across them, a clear, beautiful note filled the room. My nose tingled, and my eyes began to burn. I hadn't expected the violin to sound so beautiful after all these years. When Natalie's business was on the verge of collapse, I took this very violin to local bars and pubs, playing for tips to help her stay afloat. Each performance earned me eight dollars. Night after night, song after song, I kept playing until those meager earnings added up to 10,000 dollars—enough to help Natalie survive the darkest period of her life. Now, after all these years, I was picking up the violin again. Only this time, I wasn't playing to save someone else or sacrificing everything I had for a future that might never come. This time, I was doing it for myself. …The next morni
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