Hey Kids,

I’ve always considered myself kind of tough.

Not in a bar brawling kind of way, but I can hold my own when it comes to doing what’s needed to be done.

I can take the cold when I need to. I can deal with heat too. I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty or to get sweaty working. I hang in there and I will never be the one that calls it quits.

I’ve noticed that as time marches on, my abilities and strengths are not what they used to be, but as Toby Keith sings, I’m as good once as I ever was.

All this can be debated and compared to others. But do you know when you’re tough? When you’re this guy.

Jacob Miller. 9^th Indiana Infantry. Shot in the forehead on the battlefield of Chickamauga and survived.

He had constant pain from it for the rest of his life, but, Dude! You took a shot to the forehead!

I concede.

Day 164