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I thanked Jeff, palmed the button to let the frame proceed down the never-ending line, and went back to the railing, which, sadly, was my safety zone where I could talk to Jeff; this was one aspect that helped make work better. Jeff was 5' 11" with dirty-brown hair, and he did well with the ladies. A world of knowledge was hidden within his eyes, and a very friendly demeanor made him the popular guy. He was one of my best friends, and was a self-made man to say the least. When he had an idea, he dreamed big and went for it, regardless the thousands of miles or obstacles he had to surpass in order to accomplish his goals.

He had traveled the world, and I do not mean that he stayed at five-star hotels, but in the jungles of Thailand riding on elephants and the wild rainforests of Costa Rica for months on end. He, too, viewed our current employer in the same light; it was great for a lot of people, and we could not complain about the wages or benefits. When it came right down to it, that’s what kept us there, but we felt like wild birds that needed to soar and capture prey to feed our innate animal instincts. Instead, we were completely locked in a cage in which we could not even stretch our wings.