After conquering the toughest part of his morning run, the “skyscraper” hill, John lengthened his stride, felt the air move through his hair a little faster, and remembered why this morning ritual was vital to his survival. Pure concentration of putting one foot in front of the other.
“It’s not personal. It’s just business,” his boss told him yesterday after the decision was made to fire yet another worker.
More lives altered to save the company money.
What choice did he have but to follow through with the order?
“It’s always personal,” John whispered as his feet pounded the pavement.