The next day, Jack was heading out for his usual day of drawing at the pier. He was there for a few hours when a man came up behind him.
"Excuse me…Jack Dawson?"
Jack turned around. He shielded his eyes against the sun to see who was in front of him. He vaguely looked familiar to Jack.
"Yes?"
"I'm not sure if you remember me…but I met you back in Central Park. You had drawn a picture of my children and I bought if off you?"
Jack started to remember. He smiled and shook the man's hand.
"Well good to see you…Mr.?"
"Lawson. Daniel Lawson."
"What can I do for you, Mr. Lawson? Another drawing for your wife?"
"Actually…I just came here about a week ago to open up another gallery. I had kept looking for you back in Central Park when we knew we would be opening up another gallery and museum but you were gone. I was just canvasing the pier because I have heard there are many unknown artists who come here to try to make a little money."
"Well…that would be me."
"I distinctly remember that I wanted you to be the manager of one of my museums…are you still interested? It's going to be a gallery as well.
Jack was just in shock. Could this really be happening?
"So what will it be Dawson?"
"I…I…of course!"
"Good. I need someone who knows how run a business. And someone who knows art. Of course, I hope that you don't mind if I display your artwork as well."
"Of course!"
Jack was ecstatic. Mr. Lawson scribbled the address on a piece of paper and handed it to Jack.
"I expect you there bright and early on Monday morning, Mr. Dawson."
"Yes, of course sir, you can count on me."
Mr. Lawson tipped his hat towards Jack and turned around and walked away. Jack looked at the paper and stuck it in his pocket. He ran to the end of the pier and got up on the on the middle rail and put his arms out…the wind against him.
"I'm the King of The World! Yee Haw!"
He felt as though he was flying…just as he had on Titanic. He ran home to Rose and couldn't hold his excitement any longer.
He came barreling in the door.
"Rose! Rose! Where are you?"
"Jack, I'm right here in the kitchen. Is everything okay?"
"I did it, Rose…I'm gonna be managing an art gallery. And one day…I'll have one of my own and every artist who has been a nobody will have their artwork proudly displayed!"
"Oh Jack, that's wonderful! How did all this come about?"
Jack sat Rose down and told her the story between him and Mr. Lawson and how he never expected this man to ever show up, let alone offer him a job at a museum.
Rose decided that they should go out and celebrate. She was so proud of Jack. She knew that he would live his dream one day and her heart was warm with love knowing that Jack knew this too.