I asked myself a serious question today while working with snot ice cycles hanging from my nose, with negative wind chills freezing me to the bone, while trying to shield my face on the scaffold 30' up in the air looking at the frozen lake down below. The question was at what point in my life did my vocation become so miserable?
I have enjoyed being a Carpenter just about my entire life. It is a dying trade as is most in the construction industry. I feel that I belong to a dying breed. I wonder why most days, but I have to say, that today I could understand why the youth of today find no interest in construction. Pushing the keys on a computer would be a no brainer.
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