when I was 19 years old I drove a tow truck. One day I meet the owner of this wrecker, a very nice old man.
I forgot his name but I remember his story.
He lost 2 years of his life protecting his own.
I remember a happy but resentful old man that worked hard and helped me to better myself.
A few years ago I stumbled upon his old work horse in an automotive grave yard, and it being there meant only one thing.
Thank you for all you taught me.
