"I couldn’t bear a cigar with my morning cup," I thought to myself as I watched the gentleman across from me take a drag from his Cuban and then a sip of his black. He made it look interesting. It was something that I could have watched him do all day, but there’s such a thing as a job. All of the people in the world, 7.13 billion people, and 42.5% (roughly 3.03 billion) people were employed. That left 4.1 billion people without employment. What were they doing? Some could be starving, living on the streets, trying to find employment, drawing disability, squatting with a relative, and so forth. So why was I not one of those people? "What makes me so special that I have a job?" I again thought to myself. I looked back towards the man again, but he had gone.