Sam was frantic. He was the webmaster for an online art gallery, and people had been submitting pieces in dozens for him to post. There was no way he could catch up!
“Why, oh why do I put myself through this?” he moaned, facepalming.
Then his e-mail dinged. He opened the message to read the nicest note from a follower, saying how much she enjoyed the posts and that every piece on the site was a treasure.
Sam smiled. This was the reason he dedicated himself to art. He viewed his inbox, ready to spread more art to the world.
“Why, oh why do I put myself through this?” he moaned, facepalming.
Then his e-mail dinged. He opened the message to read the nicest note from a follower, saying how much she enjoyed the posts and that every piece on the site was a treasure.
Sam smiled. This was the reason he dedicated himself to art. He viewed his inbox, ready to spread more art to the world.
