My Place in Life
The lift had been broken again, that was how it had all started, many years ago, when I was just nineteen My Place in Life 01The lift had broken, that was how it all started again, many years ago, when I was just nineteen. My first job had been with a builder?s merchant, shifting bags of cement, packs of bricks and timber, nothing that could be purchased there was lightweight it seemed. At nineteen I was a wimp, no doubt about it, skinny, almost to the point of emaciation, by twenty-one I...