Is that story really that cool?
I'm happy for her that she got the guitar back, but equally sorry that she would subject herself to such misery for so many years over the loss of what is only a guitar after all.
I don't see myself as a cold person, but I know I could never let myself get this attached to an inanimate object, especially after it's lost.
Maybe it's just the dilettante Buddhist in me.
Or maybe this lady has a very different way of connecting to her emotions, and that's probably what makes her a talented Musician, and me just a hack with a guitar.
