Sunday morning was always a day off for Shawn. Monday through Saturday he had to be in a suit, knocking on doors and smiling till his teeth hurt. He was PRIME GLOBAL’S number 1 and he had to be at his best or lose his spot. The only me -time he experienced was on Sundays and it had to be in the morning because noon was reserved for his bed and the evening for his family. You would say he had his life all thought out and planned.
”Hi Shawn…” the ladies will always say, as he breezed past them every Sunday morning with his bare chested hunk of a body. He knew he was quite a catch and he enjoyed every attention he got when he jogged.
This particular Sunday morning was special, though the extent of its uniqueness was still very blurry to Shawn. He took his usual routes and made all the right turns and finally he met his fans… the ladies obviously always come out every Sunday to see this god of a man pass by, but today they had a frantic look on their faces as they waved worrisomely at the hunk who kept smiling back at them and didn’t notice when the truck got close enough to take his left legs for a ride.
INTERMISSION
He wakes up in a room that smelled nothing like his and makes an attempt to get up…
his legs wouldn’t move
Fear grips him as he realizes he had been hit on the road by that truck. He closes his eyes trying to hold back the tears when he heard her voice. She walks in and patiently talks him through the pain and advises him on how he can get back to work in no time with good physiotherapy.
The next few weeks kept him coming back to that hospital and Janel took good care of him.
2 years later
Shawn has now earned a managerial position at PRIME GLOBALS and is happily married.
HIS VISIT TO THE HOSPITAL FOUND HIM A WIFE.
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