That’s just your millennial snowflake brain being unable to comprehend real work. My grandpa lost both his thumbs to frostbite while walking 29.67 kilomiles to school in 10 feet of snow in the summer uphill both ways and he could still wield any tool known to man. And he did so for 83 and a half years until they forced him to retire because he was making all the other workers look like pansies. When he was told he was being forced to retire, he marched into the CEO’s office and declared “I’d rather be dead than a deadbeat.” Then he dropped dead on the spot. Now that’s loyalty!
<span>The houses they occupied were made of bricks and had no foundations. The bricks were made of mudand chopped straw, molded and dried in the hot Egyptian sun.</span>
