I have a nervous habit of smiling, when I'm mad I smile, and of course when I'm happy I smile.
I took a job as a steelworker in 1996. I worked in the pits of hell, with molten iron that was 2,800 degrees. If it was 60 outdoors it was 120 on my jobsite. I was nervous when I started this job and hence the nickname Smiley stuck, to the point that to this day alot of the people I worked with still don't know my real name. The last couple of days my smile has been sucked out of me. I'm sorry to burden all of you with my down moments. I don't care for them much myself.
I reallize I have alot to be thankful for but at times like this I really think God has forgotten about me again. I know he's busy, and I hope he's doing good. I just wish I knew what was going on here.