After a long day of standing on my feet, cleaning floors, and flipping hamburgers, I like to sit down with a cold glass of beer. The rich flavor and smooth feeling going down my throat relaxes me unlike almost anything else. I'm a working class joe beer is my friend, just as it was for my father and his father all through the years. Crackin' open a cold one after a long hard day, priceless.
I'm healing now, it's something I've never felt before. It's this feeling of being alone in my room, taking a walk outside, or sharing a beer with my friends. A calmness falls over me, I start to let my guard down. I enjoy the moment. My life is good, not perfect, but still good. I can feel wounds healing, and my life changed.
A handshake is never just a handshake between men it's the true sign of respect looking another man in the eye and shaking his hand lets him know that you mean business that you work hard everyday of your life to take care of yourself and others,