Neil
Neil’s parents owned a dairy farm in the mid-west. From age five, his chores from sun up to sun down consisted of shoveling manure and milking. Hours and hours of squeezing cow teats, Neil dreamed of something more glamorous. One day, when his parents thought he was cleaning the chicken coup, Neil ran away. At the tender age of twenty, Neil knew little about life outside of cow patties and udders. He hitchhiked his way across the country, riding with truckers and spending his nights in sleazy truck stops, and you know what that means. Fueled by his dreams for a better life, something that didn’t involve a shovel or a bucket, Neil knew he could be something more – perhaps even, an Emergency Medical Technician, or maybe, just maybe a custodial engineer.
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