Some days he was in a foul mood
so he didn't stop for her.
One night when she was waiting for him, a parked truck spooked her. She jumped and slipped on the wet sidewalk and broke her collarbone. He appeared moments later and cradled her broken self.
She cried out, "Oh, I don't know how I am going to pay you!"
He replied, "Let's think about that for a minute."
He walked into a taxi stand and told the driver, "The hospital, see you'll have to take her."
That night she called for a piece of advice, but this is a story about a man who will be the last to think about things. While he is indeed an architect, he is actually an evaluator or a "measurement man." He does not do the work himself.
He is an evaluator of the work of other people
and therefore an evaluator of talent as personality.
YOU ARE READING
End of Rush Anthology
PoetryHave you ever felt so distracted by work that you had no time to enjoy your life? You've found that every day is a blur of deadlines and stress. Every evening you come home exhausted and ready to collapse, but still have to suffer through more work...
