crippled inside
My dad used to work in the steel mills. Worked for nothing but the pain and the dignity of working. He would come home sweaty, burnt, and exhausted late each night and leave every morning with a full lunchpale and a few hours sleep. He certainly didn't work for the few bills that the job actually COULD pay.
There were times when we had to roll pennies and nickels for gas. There were times without electricity or phones. And there were times when we had to throw an extra blanket on the bed at night. But we always had the basics; four walls, a roof, and food.
Last thursday he was involved in a car accident... side swiped by an intoxicated driver (who was later found to be smoking crack WHILE driving). As a result he's lost the use of both his legs, making it impossible for him to the job he once did.
He's always said that he wants his children to grow up to be something better than he is, and I wish I could, but the truth is I could never be half the person he is.
There were times when we had to roll pennies and nickels for gas. There were times without electricity or phones. And there were times when we had to throw an extra blanket on the bed at night. But we always had the basics; four walls, a roof, and food.
Last thursday he was involved in a car accident... side swiped by an intoxicated driver (who was later found to be smoking crack WHILE driving). As a result he's lost the use of both his legs, making it impossible for him to the job he once did.
He's always said that he wants his children to grow up to be something better than he is, and I wish I could, but the truth is I could never be half the person he is.