As far back as I can remember I watched the people I love work hard for what they have. As a young boy, I remember watching my dad climb into his truck early in the morning to drive deep into the woods to cut down the trees he would need to make a living as a logger. The years would pass, and I witnessed the same as he drove cross-country to deliver a variety of freight to the east coast. I remember thinking, "Man, my dad is the hardest working man...