My Manifesto: The Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman

It was a strange day today. A guy on one of our sites was nearly killed by a truck. He survived. He has multiple broken vertebrae and half of his insides are smashed up. He has feeling in his hands and legs. He can move them. He has a young family. I have only met him once.

In the beginning, I was slightly shocked by it all, maybe a little offput, but generally Ok, until we were all counselled. There is something a little unnerving about being in a group counselling session with a bunch of bearded ex-convicts with tattoos all over their faces who have slight tears in their eyes, anger and fear in their voices. I've felt weird ever since.

The first counselling session was bad enough - this was the day shift where most of the guys didn't know him. The second session was worse - where they actually worked with him.

Today was like being at a wake.