He walks a little more bent and limping these days not that he would even be noticed in a group of people. After 25 years using his body as a means to financial freedom the ravaging affects are starting to show in each movement. The gray hair left on his balding head, the tenderness with which he takes each step.He wears his usual daily attire; worn tennis shoes, pocket tee, and stained jeans and he wonders what it was all for. The drive, determination, time lost with family, scrimping, saving and doing without just to reach a goal. It has been so long he cant even remember what the original goal was, It seems so depressing and yet so fitting; no matter how hard he worked or how honest he was this was preordained to be his destiny. His mood matched the sky over head, over cast and without light.

Helooks at the land he has owned for the past twenty plus years cluttlered with the renters trash; dumped oil, car parts and some unidentifiable sludge. Then he wonders if it was all worth it. Unable to view the lack of caring and complete disregard for the things he worked hard to obtain, he shuts the doors on his business forever. Its been a hard road that started at 14 working for in his father's business down at the shrimp docks in Tampa. He was the next generation to learn the skills that had been passed down to each male in the family. Come to think of it, was it ever his goal because it never really seemed like a choice; more like his destiny by birth right.