Hard Work

It was nothing to him, hard work. Jack could work all day and night, grinning and carrying on, he outlasted men half his age with seemingly no effort whatsoever.

Losing his dad at five, something snapped inside, he started working like his father worked, early and hard till late. No matter the project or effort, Jack seemed to thrive when others reached exhaustion.

By the end of his teens, he had saved enough for both a home and

business, learning real estate, then got his state credential at twenty.

By age thirty Jack's office was bustling with buyers, sellers, and listings enough for a small but growing sales team, and a new loan financing bank alliance.

Then, one plain August morning they found him in an old freight elevator, after Jack went missing for two days. No note. All the while we toil over our little life plans, so much effort every day to be successful. But, no one ever knows what fate has already decided ahead for us. If you believe in that sort of thing. 

(Photo by Stephen Sheffield)