Cargo (Common Sense)

My job calls me to document changes to the building, but I’m more interested in the changes to the workers. 

Some are the third generation in a family dedicated to skilled, hard, dirty work: slate roofing in one-hundred degree heat comes first to mind. Some bring their kids to work to teach them to aim for college. Some gave up white-collar careers to build things. 

Some overcome fears of heights, of bees, of lightning to get the job done. Some take crazy risks.

Dedication perches high on a ladder outside my screened window, wearing new steel-toed sneakers and honestly distressed cargo pants.