Jim Wilson had just wrapped up a grueling business meeting.

It did not go well.

He had been on the road for over three weeks now, trying to earn his Salesman of the Year award

and a much needed cash bonus.

Jim needed a drink.

A few drinks, as a matter of fact.

He rushed downstairs to the hotel lobby and finally exhaled as he entered the lounge.

Gin and tonic, my man, and please don't spare the alcohol, he exclaimed to the bartender.

Just as Jim took his first sip, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Do you mind if I join you?

A sultry voice whispered in his right ear.

Jim turned around to find in front of him an angel.

Dark, shapely, gorgeous and a pair of pouty lips that could not be denied.

Maybe this day is not so bad after all.

Jim slowly slipped his wedding ring into the pocket of his pants and offered the woman a seat next to him.

I'm Jim. What's your name, gorgeous?

Angel, she replied.

How perfect is this, Jim thought to himself.

Angel looked sad.

Jim kept chugging down his gin and tonics as if they were water.

Angel began to tell him of her brother who lives in her native country of Colombia.

He is in the hospital and has been waiting for a kidney transplant for six months now, but to no avail.

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