Life Itself
...rears it's ugly side. My brother needs your prayers. Jeff suffered a brain bleed and right now, I'm calling on every reader I have - I'm Counting on a Miracle again. Love, faith, hope. Come on - help us.
My Buddy, Dave
Way back in 1997, I started working with a steel erection company out of Syracuse. I was coming straight from a long stint with a steel erector here in Buffalo so I knew my stuff when it came to steel erection safety rules. On day one, I met with the safety director and he was just getting started as a safety guy, but man, he certainly cared about the guys he worked with. Dave was a good man from the start. He’d say things like: “You’re so full of beans.” Just a down to earth, hardworking guy who became a fast friend. We drove all around New York State setting up jobs. I always let Dave drive so that I could rest. One fine day, way up North of Syracuse, we passed a state trooper. I glanced at the speedometer. “You’re screwed,” I said, and seconds later, the lights came on. Dave was beside himself. The cop stopped by the window, grabbed the license and registration and headed back to his vehicle. “Here’s the thing,” I said. “You’re pissed, but you’re such a good guy that I be...
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