I am setting here in tears thinking how hard this was to write. its the events of the story of my life but I survived
My Sister said that even though she was beaten she never had it as bad as I did for her the beating would end but for me it was unending verbal abuse
At the Factory one of the Machines could kick back wood shards at the speed of a bullet and embed them in 1 1/2 inch sheet rock wall behind the operator, 2 ppl went to the Hospital with wood completely through there hand sticking out both sides... Also I had to run the paint sprayer without a mask the Paint being thinned with Leaded Gasoline for me to breath