Constant strain to be strong, to show that face to the world to show it no matter what it throws he remain solid. How long? How long will he be able to hold out? How much more can he take before the continuous maelstrom finally erodes the strong facade? What happens when the front is broken? He feels it, almost like physical pain, like standing naked in a sand storm that never lets up, no place to go for shelter. What he would give to catch a break for a change, for one thing, A new house, a new car, a good paying job, or maybe at least a few close friends that can help him with taking care of the old cars and house; or that friend that knows a guy that will give him a job regardless of education or experience. All he wants is to be able to support his family, to maybe be able to pay a mechanic to fix his car for a change, or a contractor to remodel the house instead of trying to guess & jury-rig & wing-it for every thing that he doesn’t know how to do. He likes learning how to do the thing, just for once though he wishes he didn’t have to self-teach himself every bit of it, if only he had someone to help & teach him as he worked. So many “If Only’s” that don’t matter, he is still seemingly alone in his tasks with little or no guidance to be found.
