Hard work is something foreign to most Americans. Kadizzle only had faint memories of working hard, but yesterday his mind was refreshed. A crew of three showed up to build a stone wall in the backyard. Moving large stones and gravel is real work. Kadizzle shoveled, and then shoveled, and then shoveled some more. Ryan the six foot six skinny string bean hauled with the wheelbarrow. Together we moved about 12 tons of gravel about forty feet to the new patio area taking shape at the mountain home. John is not a hefty guy, but he stacked the rocks for the wall. Kelly is big and claims he can lift 800 pounds. Never saw it happen, but he is good on the big rocks. We wandered into the forest next door and brought rocks back for the wall with the wheelbarrow, and the hand truck. If all goes well today they will show up with a skid steer and we can move the gravel with equipment.
As we busted our buns it hit Kadizzle that a lot of city kids never really work in their entire life. That means real work on the end of a shovel or carrying loads of hay, brick, or stone. For too many kids things just magically come to them. The cell phone and computer just show up one day. Most of the modern life of children is about playing sports not bailing hay. Kadizzle is fat and lazy now, but there was a time he hauled timbers 700 feet underground where you could not stand up. Kadizzle lifted and dragged a lot of hay bales in the heat of West Virginia. It has been a long time since Kadizzle shovel the spilled coal at the tailpiece in the coal mine, but Kadizzle remembers work. Work is something Kadizzle learned early to stay away from.
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