This is What I Know About Sacrifice

I was raised in a blue collar family, my father is the hardest working man I’ve ever met, and the same values were instilled on me and my brother. When I graduated high school, I was given the choice of going to college or getting a job. I didn’t do as well as I could have in school, so I chose the latter. For the majority of my adult life I have worked as a metal fabricator, and while it has not been the easiest road to travel, it has been the most rewarding.

As with any trade, I have had to work long days and nights, I have had to give up my weekends, I’ve had to put my dreams and aspirations aside, and I’ve had to sacrifice spending time with my loved ones just to make a name for myself, to prove that I belong. I’ve worked 70 hour weeks for months at a time, I’ve missed out on family events, put those closest to me on the sidelines, and I’ve had this life beat me into the ground more times than I can count, but I have never let it keep me there. Life swung hard, but I swung harder.

I will never get a second chance at those moments lost but I can wake up every morning knowing that it’s men like me who built this world and it’s men like me who make this world turn. With every cut, burn, and broken bone, I have pushed myself to become something more, something better. I am cut from a different mold and no one can take that away.

I may have fallen, I may have faltered, but I have never failed.

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, now that's just what I am;
For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not give a damn!
I'm glad I fit against it, I only wish we'd won,
And I don't want no pardon for anything I done.