I spent a summer working for a small law firm in Chicago’s loop. We were high up and my view looked out at another building with a fancy law firm and I could see into a partner’s corner office.
I’m sure that in his mind he was a person of importance. I’m sure that he oversaw millions of dollars in transactions every week.
But I saw none of that.
All that I saw was an old man behind a desk moving papers around. And I saw that he did that every single day for what was sure to be one of his last summers.