Profiles in Courage

From the opposite end of the parking deck I saw him lying there, the concrete below stained red. Rows of concrete pillars stood as silent observers, like the other people in our building who might have walked by without stopping. I had worked late and there were only a few parked cars in sight. I checked my phone but there was no cell service.

My better judgement prodded me, warning me to keep my distance. Was this curiosity, foolishness, or heroism? Even still, I crossed over to check his pul...