Broken

Once upon a time a little boy went to a ska concert where he really got into the music and jumped up and down, skanked around and roughed it up in the mosh pit along with everyone else.  Everyone’s elbows were flying and their heads bobbing as they danced and jumped around, bumping into each other and even giving and taking a few good shoves now and then, which served more like celebratory handshakes in which a shared exuberance for life was agreed upon and exchanged by the later bruised participants.  In a particularly blissful moment of rapture, the little boy’s glasses unfortuitously levitated from his face as the boy twisted and turned in a tangle of bodies lost to horns and guitars screaming the meaning of life.  Upon their decent, his glasses bounced off of bodies just like the bodies bounced off of bodies but whereas people landed on their feet and kept dancing, the glasses landed on the floor where they were kicked and stepped on without regard.  The little boy kept on dancing and although he lamented the loss of his glasses he figured he wasn’t going to find them amongst so many dancing people.  When the crowd square danced, he figured they were square dancing on his glasses and that there wasn’t much chance they would survive but that maybe he could later find the lenses which he could tape to his face in order to be able to drive to work the next day.  But to his surprise, after the music stopped and the crowd began to clear out, someone found his glasses and offered them to the little boy in communal appreciation.  It took some bending and twisting but he was able to make the glasses fit his face again and the crowd sang as loud as they could to continue the celebration of life set into motion that night by the ska band.  And the little boy sang along too.