A veteran runner makes his way to the starting line. He walks past a crowd that blow kisses with respect and recognition for his history on the track. Failing always to a silver medal for a suspicious number of attempts in the past five years, his reputation as a sore loser isn’t the worst they say about him. Needless to say, this final run could change the course of his career. He could no longer be the media joke and avoid his girlfriend’s scrutiny. He could eat some KFC without having to ask them to include whatever he needs. Anyway, his opponents are experienced athletes training for years to win the same thing he was aiming for.

Right next to him is an African man running for this particular title for the first time in his career and is set to break a newsroom. He hails from a village in Sudan where he lives in a hut with his mother and 6 sisters. This guy’s been breaking records for the past year and this is supposed to be his day of definition to his struggles. His family’s in the crowd and his cheering him on as is the rest of his continent hoping for him to be the first of his kind. A blank breaks the silence and the stadium erupts. Like ridiculously fast squirrels, they paced towards the ribbon… string, whatever. The veteran meets his skills on the track and pushes himself back to second place. Is it motivation that makes an athlete faster or just steroids? The brother from Sudan is at least 50 meters ahead of everyone else and is sure to win it. Maybe not. He trips. He falls. It’s bad. His days of finally living his dream of winning for his country came to an end. People all around the world were screaming at their televisions and friends.

Meanwhile the veteran saw the stairs and a light. The gates of paradise were open in front of his eyes and there was nothing stopping him from Netflix now. Ahead of him is a man crawling to the victory line with his coach, mother, pet Dog Pedro and his childhood nanny in a wheelchair screaming at him to make ‘it’. Needless to say, there was a whole country watching the event on one screen. No, really. If he stopped to help the prodigy cross the line, he could gain recognition on the internet. If he ran across, he could win a medal and maybe chew on it? What does one do with a medal anyway? He’d find reason in what he’s been doing for an objectionable amount of time. What do you think he would or should do?