The Envelope That Changed Everything

Liked knowing what was happening with my projects firsthand.

That day, we were short-staffed. I grabbed one end of a steel I-beam to help move it.

Stupid. Reckless. A fifty-four-year-old desk jockey trying to prove he could still hang.

The pain was immediate. Sharp. Radiating low in my abdomen and down toward my groin.

I knew exactly what it was. I’d continue reading …