most mornings he doesn't know he's awake until he starts up his battered truck, the vibration reminds him it's time to make a difference. Most don't know he exists, the few who do are his world. Sometimes it's a wife and kids, sometimes it's a child with fur. This is who he works for really, not the corporation that writes his checks. Another day's grind, his heart won't let him give anything but his best.