NRA had no clue she would be covered in mud for the weeks ahead. With a deep sigh, NRA studies the condition of her nails. Her mental struggled with disturbing the graves of those who have the right to rest in peace. She quickly reminded herself she got to keep a roof over her head and a gal got to do what she has to do in order to survive.

She reaches for her shovel and sets out for another days work.

Headed to the local cemetery 12 hours from my home, I came across my next job. I took my usual long look at the grave site, bowed my head and asked for forgiveness. I commenced to digging for hours on end.

HOLY SHIT!

Shitting my pants what I came across, I immediately notified my Boss Freelancer.