Standing on the precipice between life and death, the man remembered – kissing his wife, holding his son, everything that made life worth living. The Market crashed, and he’d lost it all. After the house was taken from him, his wife and son soon followed.
Each step that led to this moment had seemed so inconsequential – until the last. It was true. Your life passed before your eyes.
He closed them now, felt the wind catch within the folds of his jacket like wings – an angel in flight.