These boots were made for working and they certainly did that. Who knew that throwing an old pair of worn-out working boots could be so emotionally challenging? It was like saying goodbye to an old friend and in many ways, they really were. I can’t remember when we first met, and it has to be over 25 years ago.
They were so comfortable, we really were such a snug fit for each other. It didn’t matter what shift I would be working on, early mornings, afternoons or nights, my trusty old boots were always with me, providing much-needed comfort during the average 7 miles of walking on each shift.
When the time came for me to finish work, I thought the boots and I would be parting company, but it wasn’t to be. I was allowed to keep them and so they came with me on the next part of the journey around the sun. They came in handy too, for walking, carrying out DIY and general everyday jobs around the garden. When I dropped the heavy concrete slab, they protected my feet with their steel toecaps. They never complained.
We Were Made For Each Other
I was so lucky to have these boots. It’s not often you get to wear such heavy footwear and they feel like a pair of old slippers. Alas, after a quarter of a century of plodding all over the place, the soles started to separate from the body on both boots. They were letting in water and struggling with the demands of a daily walk. I had to face the truth that these old boots were failing.
The End Was Nigh
I knew the end was close and I think they did too. I took them off one last time and kept them safe in the shoe rack in the hallway. I thought no one would notice them there, being warm and safe and having some peace and quiet. However, time passed and the space was needed where they were settled. I tried my best to keep them, but in the interests of everyone, I had to chuck the stinky things out! I still think of them though, every single day.
This is a true story that was prompted by the Weekly Prompts Page run by Sue & G.C.