Starting this for the first time ever, thought maybe it could be somewhat therapeutic. I'm not a writer so please ignore any and all mistakes, thank you.
So here it goes...I've worked for as long as I can remember, starting with babysitting at about 11. By time I was 14 I had my first REAL job with a paycheck working for Burger King in the mall, it was awesome at the time...at least to me. I moved on to other jobs as I got older and eventually ended up working for a warehouse in 96. Throughout my time there I held a few positions from within learning different things and always wanting to learn more, I think I've always been this way, wanting more. Working in a warehouse environment there is always a chance for injury and I wasn't immune to that, I've had my share of bumps and bruises and such. However there are times when people get seriously injured. In 2000 I had my shoulder repaired for such an injury and after therapy I returned back into work, but that wouldn't be the worst injury I would receive. I would never had guessed that the injury I would receive in November of 2010 would not only be job ending, but for me life altering. Sorry to leave you hanging here for now but this story is not that quick, I will pick it back up later.
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