“I can walk into the house, open the door and say 'Honey I’m home.' There is a chair I made, bills I paid, my kids running around, and then I go to sleep, you know, That’s the life I want. It’s a poor living, but I built it up inch by inch. But now I can never make it. It’s rough, it’s rough. Every time you try to get up, there are something just pull you right down.”