Concrete.

Damn this concrete! Who put it here where I'm trying to walk? I always find I spend so much time chipping away at the concrete, trying to get free that I end up being stuck there longer than is really necessary. All the while I'm trying to smash the wretched stuff when all I had to do was ask for help. If only I stopped thrashing about for one second, I would firstly stop looking like a moron and secondly, would be able to see that guy over there with a sledge hammer. Yeah the guy standing nearby watching with a weird expression on his face wondering what it is I'm doing trying to get out of the concrete on my lonesome. Why dont you ask him for help? He has a hammer! While the rest of the world continued on its tiresome merry-go-round, this guy stood there the entire time wondering when I was going to ask for help. Apparently he knows I will ask eventually. He didn't keep walking like everyone else. Actually...he looks familiar somehow. Like someone I know but then forgot when it was my turn to phone him. He gets closer...wow, he is familiar! Where do I know him from? That smile...those eyes. I badly tried pulling a memory out of a dusty corner in my mind when the concrete split open and I was free. Never have I felt so free before! It's amazing - I can finally walk around, I can finally get a proper footing, I can finally be me. But wait...this guy. Still smiling, he slings that sledge hammer over one shoulder and winks at me.
"See you next time." He says and watches me start to walk off to catch up to everyone else. Next time? You've got to be kidding me if you think I'm going to be walking where there's concrete! I'm riding a bike from now one - I'm smart, I know what I'm doing.
"Thanks for your help, but there won't be a next time. I won't need you again." I say. He just smiles at me. I still can't remember where I know him from. But now that I'm free from the concrete, I'm off to jump back on that merry-go-round...finally able to be who I am!
...who WAS that guy?!