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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 …
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