When I was in high school, I worked on a farm during the summers. From farming, I learned to like heavy labor and long hours. I did several retail and temporary service stints after school while learning photography, which went nowhere. When I was twenty-one, I began to 'bed bug,' or move household goods, which has long hours and hard. Bugs aren't the only horror in that business; some people are repulsive, also. I got out of trucking when I got tired of the games the company played that took most of my paycheck. I had another stint of labor, worked as an insulation mech., repaired two-way radios and pretended I was a security guard. I'm too easy going for that job. I got back into trucking and worked with compressed gasses, and then delivering carpet. The company I originally worked for said that if the carpet weighed less than 400 pounds I could take it inside the store. More than that reached the tail of the truck. From that I gained five compressed disks, two of them herniated, and one with a pinched a nerve. I also have degenerative disk disease in my neck. Over ten years ago I was sent to a specialist who said I *must* have surgery or I would not walk in six months. I decided *not* to have surgery until I was flat on my back and could no longer move and went to a chiropractor. I'm not only walking, but also working long hours and lifting occasionally. So much for doctors. I also write. I have two e-books for sale on Scribd, and one just published on Lulu -- ISBN: 978-0-557-16478-3

Living with this economy is an achievemnet.