Not a csb, but kind of. The concrete company I work for got their start building septic tanks and burial vaults. I’m being groomed to take over as the production manager because the current one has basically said that he’s retiring in five years. My friend (CEO of the company) from high school (engineer from UT), started working with his father (owner of the company), about ten years ago. He’s since turned a regional company into a global one. I’ve been run through the ringer, working every different crew in order to learn, get my hands dirty (again), and hopefully earn enough cred to take over for my mentor (who is a badass) in four years. All that aside, the hardest time I had, was building and pouring burial vaults. I was fine until they brought in a form that wasn’t familiar to me on morning. It was a child’s vault. Last Friday, I helped one of our loaders load a dozen iron caskets on one of our 18 wheelers. This happens every day, but it was the first time I was tasked with helping due to the fact that we were a man short. The truck driver was cool, and helped more than he should’ve. He was from Uvalde. That’s when he informed me that our company built the vaults for every single child that was killed in the shooting. I didn’t know what to say. So after about a minute, I asked him what it was like to transport those child vaults to Uvalde from Kerrville. That’s when he told me that each and every parent ordered a full size vault and a full size casket for their child. He said they all agreed to do it as a “fuck you” to UPD. He said that they wanted them to see how grown their children could have been, had they just done something. Needless to say, I shook his hand, signed the paperwork, and said goodbye. Then, I walked into the vault warehouse, and sobbed like a fucking idiot for about half an hour.