Originally posted on Higgo's World:
Some thirty odd years ago a work mate told me something that stopped me in my tracks and has stayed with me for all these years.
I was working as a welder at the time and I remember how we used to take tea breaks and sit around the crew table discussing the topics of the day. One of the topics discussed on that particular night shift was about some poor bloke who had committed suicide. We speculated as to what were the triggers that made him to take such drastic action. I commented that I could never envisage things getting so bad, and getting so desperate and low that I would take my own life. The chat petered out, the buzzer went for us all to return to work and we dispersed back to our workstations to resume our days work.
One of the blokes came over to me…
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