My brother has been a logger for 40 years. He wakes up at 3am to go to work driving logs for hundreds of miles and gets home at about 5 or 6 in the evening. 40 years of 15 hour days in a bumpy logging truck that ended up ruining his back.
After all these years, he has taken a job that pays less but something he so deserves. He went to work for a wonderful farmer in his small town of Genessee, working 8 to 5 hauling grain to Lewiston. It makes me so incredibly happy to know that he finally has a job that isn't killing him. I love him so much.