A man had a tough job in the far northern territories.
He was a lumberjack by trade, but his job usually expanded to a handyman as expertise was seldom to be found in an area with a population of under 1000 people.
Whatever he did, he usually did it in the freezing cold.
The territories had a few months of summer with temperatures that approximated most area’s late autumn, but most of the time he would be fighting against snowfall and even hypothermia if he had to work long into the night.
He was to deliver a bundle of firewood to an older woman’s home, and after knocking on the door, was met by her grandson visiting from the south.
Striking up conversation, the grandson learned a lot about this man’s grit and toughness,
...however, he had to ask him the question:
“I’m sure there are easier lines of work out there, what makes you do this day in and day out?”
The laborer answered straight away:
“It is the only thing I know to do.”
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