A nice young man was fired from his position as director of a "teen" summer camp when he offer too smoke a doobie with his assistant. Wrong. Assistant knark'd him out too the "One's who matter".
Called on the carpet and fired exponentially.
The worst thing was he cut his hair for the job, 5 years Master at university, never cut the hair. But for the post graduate summer gig. Grabbed his gear and headed out too the lonely Albertian bi-way too hitch a ride. He refused their offer too town.
He was head down on a deserted road and no idea of how too end the day. Then a van came around and down the road. He stuck his thumb out and the van pulled over. The side door opened and a voice asked, "Where you headed?". "No were. I was just fired." he replied. "We're going too Buring Man. Want too come along?". He left with them travelling along that Albertian road towards happiness.
That man eventually became a doctor of medicine. And most likely still is. In hind sight, if he had not been fired cause he thought his assistant was cool, he would of never thought or imagined his luck had he done other wise. Good Karma.