Personal Narrative-Working Bridge Construction

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Working bridge construction after my Sophomore year of high school was one of the most difficult things I have ever done. I applied thinking that my pay would would be better than at McDonalds and that I would drive a fork-lift all summer. Ohh, how I was wrong. I remember the first day, following Ron, my manager, I stepped from the cool workshop into the blazing heat. To my dismay, he walked to a mountain of sand and said, "Here is your shovel, there are the bags, and over here are the palletts. Make stacks of fifty." Whether I was stacking sandbags, cleaning water tanks, or using a plasma torch to cut I-beams for the bridges, there were many days that I wanted to quit. I was only sixteen and while my friends were off working easy

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