Harry looked around to see if anyone had seen him trip and fall. He was sprawled out on the wet pavement, his suit soaked, his ego bruised, but no bones appeared to be broken.
He remained in his prone position, almost admiring his unique rat’s eye view of the city. He saw himself reflected in the man with the umbrella trying to stay dry as he rushed off to spend his day sitting in his cubicle punching numbers into his computer.
That was the moment when Harry decided to get off of life’s conveyor belt and quit the rat race.
Photo credit: Matthew Henry.