Since he was little, he was often reminded that his profession should be his passion. His mind was set on go-carts. The pleasure of racing, making sudden turns, balancing his vehicle, and alternating his speed was his thing. He enjoyed being in control, and on the safe side at the same time. No job would mimic this experience, except riding on the lawnmower. He took a job as a gardener for the orchestra hall’s oversized yard. The only thing he would not do was to take care of flowers, bushes, and trees. They were too slow for him, but the lawn was cut in no time.