The Workaholic kept climbing. He missed his children growing up. He wasn't there when they had school performances. He wasn't there when they had birthday parties. He almost missed their graduation.

Every step of the way he was promised a better life, so he kept climbing. Yet, every step made him more a slave to his job.

Even when he was overloaded and spending over 12 hours a day at the office, he couldn't stop. If he did, he'd be fired. Then what would he do?

Sadly, the pension he was promised never came. The economy took a down turn, or so he was told. The few years of financial security he had sacrificed his life for ended up an illusion.

It wouldn't matter much. The Workaholic had pushed himself so hard that he had only a short time left. When he realized his life was ending, all he could think about was how he never really knew his family. He missed all the important events in his children's lives.

Looking out the window he saw what he thought was the Loser in the park. He was old now, but still active. He was spending time with his grandchildren, just as he had invested time in his own children.

The Workaholic turned his had back and finally considered that perhaps the Loser was really not a loser after all.

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