16 april 2018
My dad gave me a lump of coal, with the name of his home town and a picture of a coal breaker carved on it. (The breaker was the place where coal was taken to be broken up and manually sorted by a bunch of little kids before it was sold.) He said he used to keep it on his desk to remind him where he came from, and how lucky we are to not have to work in a coal mine.
It's kind of crazy to think, that if I was born even a hundred years ago, I probably would have spent my life in a mine, or out in a field. Maybe a hundred years from now people will be saying they can't believe people really worked in an office and sat in a chair all day looking at a 2D screen with text on it.
For now though, I'm ok with it.