Jason Parham, Shady spot

Last summer I picked up a job at a construction company and began working the week after I got out of school. As the summer progressed it began to get extremely hot working on bulldozers which beside it just being hot from the sun put off a considerable amount of heat from their engines. As an opportunity to cool off, every lunch I walked up to this shady spot I had found. It was a beautiful spot that overlooked a stream and a lake and seemed to be considerably cooler than any place else on the job site. As the summer went on I came to this place more and more frequently. It soon became almost a sanctuary to me from the troubles of work and the extreme heat, and I began to develop a relationship with the place. It was almost as if it talked to me with every passing breeze or every squirrel that jumped around, and although I didn’t talk back to the place I believed it knew that I enjoyed being there. But one day the boss man informed me that there was to be a house put on that very same spot, and that I needed to take my bulldozer over there and level it. To say the least I was not happy with the news, it was almost as if I had to kill my friend. But I decided it was best for me to do it because if I didn’t do it someone else would and I think since I thought I understood the place I would take on the burden and do the job at least with the little bit of respect I could give it. So I did the job, and it was quite sad. That’s all I have to say about that, sorry this blog was so depressing.