It's still dark when I climb into the truck, and my knees are already talking to me before I reach the first row. I've picked in this heat for thirty years, and my hands know the crop better than the owner ever will. But my body is wearing out, and I lie awake wondering what a life of feeding strangers has left for me.
More people experience this than they realize.
A lifetime of hard field work has worn out your body and you wonder what you have to show for it.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.