The story...
It's the summer of 1977 and I'm working on a sled gang for the Burlington Northern railroad - summer job. Sled gangs replaced old railroad ties with new ties that're covered with thick-black creosote. The car pooling drive was long, the creosote burned my skin, the work was fatiguing, I experienced back muscle spasms, and I drank so much water that I used my hard hat as a cup. Yet, it paid over $6/hr.
Most of the job was "high spiking." There was a machine that ran on the tracks that automatically drove the spikes; but, it didn't always work. So, young guys like me drove in some of the spikes with a maul. As you can see in the picture, the spike head is real close to the rail. If, or when, you hit the rail there is a loud ding. All the gang hears it and the foreman yells at you. Why? Every train car that rides over that flat spot is going to feel that until they replace the rail. I remember hitting the rail a bit more than most people and the foreman's yell stung.
Just for today...
"As I become less self-centered, I will have stronger defenses against being hurt by slights and injustices. Minor crises will not loom large because I will not allow myself to magnify them out of proportion to their importance." One Day at a Time (p. 93)
"I think I've developed an understanding of God that I don't fully understand." As We Understood... (p. 227)
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