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It is 4.45 in the morning, pitch black outside. The alarm clock goes off – the most hated sound at the beginning of the day. He hits it out, half asleep. Trying to get out of the oh-so-comfortable slumber, he could think of is the way he’s going to require a bit more time to get up. 5 minutes, tops! A moment later, another alarm goes off, tearing him out of his inertia all over again. Sensing it’s going to be futile to keep on fighting his time, he surrenders to his time-keeper & gradually rolls out of bed.

His spouse dozes peacefully, ” he cried at her a minute – they’ve been married since high school & he’s still in love with her. Throughout the painful times, when their world seemed to fall, he learned to love her more. He’s grateful for having her in his lifetime but hardly acknowledges it. A weary smirk grows from the corner of the mouth as he gets up, goes to the bathroom & gets ready.

Half an hour after, he pulls his lunch box from the kitchen, grabs his gear locks the door as he leaves his Property.’ I hope that mad leakage finally gets fixed today!’ He thinks, as he hops to his truck, springs out that the drive & heads to get the job done. A pipeline burst one of the shafts close to the lift, flooding the fundamental place at the top. Getting in & out of this mine has become a nuisance. He has been supervising at an asbestos mine at mid-managerial level, just shy of 13 years now. He has been working inside, complete, for 30 years.

The time is currently 6.00 am & he is just arriving outside. As he places his hard hat & walks towards the mine, his foreman suits him, sarcastically jokes about how he did not get any last night, then briefs him on the afternoon. He has a look at the roster, sifting through the webpages of the action log. ‘Tunnel 6 upcoming 80% conclusion’

‘Whoa! If the guys keep this up at this rate, we will finish the job 6 weeks beforehand.’ he thinks to himself. ‘Way to go, boys!’

Before he walks up the stairs into his office supporting the primary entry, he appears to his left & notices something he’s not happy about at all. The central area remains flooded up & now leaking down the elevator. Right here on this page, you can read about asbestos diseases.

‘Those contractors are in for this ‘

Inside his office, he drops his gear in the closet, sinks into his office chair & begins collating the final week’s documents on tunnel 5’s output. He has been directing all project management because he had been a foreman & despite his vast experience & virtually unblemished track record over his career he still gets nervous whenever he’s running a job. It’s the very same butterflies in his tummy he hasn’t managed to get rid of, over recent years. They have probably been responsible for his high performance, he reckons, therefore he is not particularly bothered.

3 moments go by a tiny heap of accounts have piled up in front of him on his heavily, document-littered desk; he needs a few more before he meets up with his group, then phones the agency to violate hell onto the poor contractors. Pictures of his daughter, when she was a child, hang him on the wall. Portraits of his wife & son pose. How time flies! Only yesterday, it appeared, he had been throwing his daughter up in the air, as she always adored; today she is going to graduate from college, with a major in cybernetic engineering & 23,000 debts. Along with his son, now a freshman on full scholarship at a top private university doesn’t quit texting & calling about the woman he has recently fallen for, whom he is this time convinced is the one.

Got it! The last pair of reports he’d been looking for. In the base of the heap as always, when you’re searching for something. Now, off to brief the guys. He shuts his office door but suddenly feels dizzy & an incredible pain in his torso – like a heavyweight boxing match for the world name, attempting to break from it. He feels feverish at the same time & is, inexplicably, getting out of breath. The day hasn’t even begun & he usually only feels like this, halfway through. It has been a couple of months now like this, but he has been shrugging off it as a standard thing that comes with age. At 59, he is entering a new stage in life & kissing his prime years past.

It’s at the point, where he almost gets off the staircase, he sees how pale his hands are, after wiping sweat from his brow. Struggling to breathe, he blanks out within a few split seconds & drops head-first to the ground, all of the ways from the past three steps of the staircase.

The next thing he understands is that he is lying on a mattress, without the usual noises & noise in the atmosphere. ‘The day couldn’t possibly be over! Where did everybody go?’

Groggy, he opens his eyes, to detect he’s actually not even at work anymore. He is in a private area that looks like a hospital. It’s full of medical equipment, a large window on the left… and his wife sitting next to him holding his right hand. He is in a hospital… yet has no idea how he got there!