Broken Stuff

It seems like the last couple weeks is about broken stuff. Angie was rear ended on her way to work. The car is broken, she was injured and seems to be largely on the mend. The refrigerator decided to croak at the same time too.
Seven Stars ... a poem by Allison Chambers Coxsey

These people gave their lives for their work as most of us do. Whether it be by stroke, stress, or violent end, we humans live to work and toil to totality for the betterment of humanity.

I can't help but think about the nameless individuals that I have know that have died for their work. I have known many.

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