The lighthouse.
Roger was a city boy, born and raised. That’s all he knew, the fast life, the hustle and bustle of 24 hour action on the street. Engine noise, sirens, concrete, tarmac, street lights, people everywhere, no peaceful time. So when he went to the coast for a short holiday to escape the city, up north where it was wild and desolate, almost uninhabited, he felt like he was on another planet. And it was so beautiful, somewhere he could live forever. But there were no jobs, so it wasn’t possible. Not for him. He was not an entrepreneur, no-one in his family had ever been self employed. So when on his last day on the coast he stumbled on the historic lighthouse that had been continuously guarding the rocky coastline for 200 years, and they were offering free tours to visitors, he jumped at the chance to see it. And what really excited him was a sign on the bulletin board advertising a job position for a trainee lighthouse man. “OMG, I my dream job! Escape the city, the madness, the pollution, the crime. Where do I sign up?” He thought to himself. Grabbing the attention of the old grizzled lighthouseman manning the light at the top of the tower, Rodger bombarded him with questions. Like how much do they pay, is experience needed, when can he start. He was so excited.
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