I wrote a little poem. Give it a read, then I will explain.

There once was a forklift technician whose story I tell
Who found that a pain, had gotten into his shell
Just one little pain
But he didn't complain
For no one would hear, as technicians are treated with disdain
Now did he berate this working of fate
That left him in such a deplorable state
Did he curse out the government and call for an election
No!
He said to himself, as he as he kept repairing
If it gets really bad my company will help to improve it
So the years went by, as the years always do
And he came to his ultimate destiny
Unable to Do!
But that small little pain that had bothered him so
Now was so bad that he couldn't go!
But this story has a moral for isn't it grand
Now his company told him to eat sand

My story I have found is like many so it must be told.
After 31 yrs, 11 mos, 28 days, I was let go because I was hurt on the job and could no longer do service calls. I could (and did) work from home doing a cost control job and found real savings (millions). But they didn't want to open the flood gates to all the others that they may have to do that for in future years.

So the real moral here is never listen when they say "Don't worry we'll have something for you to do. Ya at 61, body broken, I can stand in the unemployment line.
DON"T LET IT HAPPEN TO YOU!!
When you have to watch your wife of 39 years shovel snow, mow the lawn and worst of all say "I don't need anything for my birthday. All I need is you" The pain in my back is small compared to the pain in my mind and heart.
Bean counters only care about Beans and you're not worth beans