You may know me as Mr. Smiley Face–or you may not know me at all. In this story of my life, my identity will remain The Rubber Man. I have been insulted and given hardships by many people. If you are one of them, you will feel sorry. This is the Rubber Man Diary:
May 9, 1849
Today is a day as uneventful as yesterday. We hit the gold mines with not a drop left of hope of ever finding Californian gold. I tell you, in these mines, people die every day from dirty air. I feel very sick. I think I am in critical medical conditions. I believe that I have a broken knee, my doctor is afraid that if I touch the pickaxe once more, my limbs will need amputation.
May 10, 1849
The pain has caused me much grief, as I can barely talk anymore. But to support the family I must find gold. I believe my family is worth dying for, as I will hit the mines again for luck tomorrow. My wife is starving because we can barely feed the kids. I don’t even want to eat anymore.
May 11, 1894
When I came back from the mines, I started coughing up blood. My wife hurried me to the hospital leaving my children petrified. The doctor diagnosed me with tuberculosis. Every day is horrible, but I am fighting not for myself. I fight for family. They urge me not to go to the mines, but this poor, I have no choice.
May 12, 1849
This is the worst day so far. I was caught in a downpour on my way. I almost made it when I suddenly collapsed on the street. I sat there paralyzed and then I felt almost dead…
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