I never worry about much. I wake up, eat a quick breakfast, if you can call it that, and go to work. I always said when I was growing up...

“He should have been home by now, something is wrong.” My mother walking back and forth on the wooden floorboard in my cold room....

My first year into working at the mine with my father, he passed. A combination of smoking four packs a day, and all the crap he breathed...