We have all heard the saying, ‘You never miss the water until the well runs dry.’ I am here to tell you that it is so true. This saying also goes with life in general and in the work place. I remember the times while working when I would keep saying I need a vacation away from work. After so many years of working one tends to get tired of the same old rigamarow. I myself have said it so many times it is not even funny.

 It was not until I became disabled that I began to realize just how much I miss working. To me the old saying actually became real to me as I had to sit at home and do nothing. Oh, it was okay to start but after awhile it got to miserable and I found myself needing to be doing something. I already went through two bone graphs to my spine and found myself getting lazier and lazier with depression setting in like no tomorrow.

 In nineteen seventy-seven I fell at work injuring my spine, I was a sergeant in the security field and knew my job quite well. After receiving workman’s comp for a couple of months I decided to go back to work but the doctors said I could not. Right then and there I made the biggest mistake and moved out of town. I gave up the workman’s comp and found a job in Virginia. Moving back to Pennsylvania in nineteen eighty-one after two family tragedies.

 I found a job making bullet-proof vests for the military and did make a good wage. However I could not bring myself to acknowledge that my spine was getting worse. Before I knew it I could hardly even walk, as a matter of fact I walked like a ninety year old man and lost my job. Being so bull-headed I still did not want to go to a doctor but ended up going about six months later. I was diagnosed with narrowing of the spine and a degenerative bone disease in which I needed surgery.

 I started receiving Social Security Disability and after the first surgery in which they did a bone graph, I felt like a new man with the energy to go along with it. This in itself became a huge problem because I began to do things I surely was not supposed to do. Needless to say I busted the fusion and ended up having to go through another surgery. Believe me that Macho stuff is not worth the agony as I almost died in the second surgery. This had all taken place between 1985 and 1987.

 After about five years I lost most of my faith and began to wonder why I was in this position. I wanted to go back to work and could not which made things even harder to comprehend. I also thought about all the times I wanted a break from work and wanted to just lay around and be lazy. Well it happened so here I am in the opposite and wanting to work so I began to realize the saying about never missing the water only I was missing work. The moral of this story is work and believe me one would not want to be in that position…..Ever.