09/16/2026
One of the blessings of my job, and one of the things I enjoy most about being self-employed, is the people I get to meet and the stories I get to hear.
The other day, an old retired coal miner came into the store. I had never met him before, and he stayed about 30 minutes talking with me. He never called me by my first name. All he called me was “Johnson,” because he knew that was the name on the front of the store.
He told me about the years he spent underground and how, when he first started mining, he worked in a seam of coal that was only 28 inches thick.
Now stop and think about that for a minute.
Twenty-eight inches.
He was basically laying on his stomach all day, swinging tools back and forth, doing that day after day. He told me about what it was like working in a position like that, and even the difficulties of having to use the restroom when you’re working in a coal seam that short.
It really makes you appreciate what those old coal miners went through before some of the modern machinery came along and made certain parts of the job a little easier.
Later on, he went to another mine where they had continuous miners and some of the newer equipment. He was new to that mine, and of course, the other miners didn’t know him and he didn’t know them yet.
He had his dinner bucket with him one day, and apparently somebody opened it up and helped themselves to his coffee.
Well, if you’re like most of us, you don’t mind sharing your food, but you’d kind of like to be asked first.
He said he looked at those boys and told them, “Boys, I want to tell you something. You can have all my food when I’m finished with it. All you have to do is ask me. But never touch my food again.”
He put that dinner bucket right back beside him and kept it with him for the rest of the day.
And he said, “I never drank any more of my coffee because I didn’t know who had their lips on it.”
Then he added, “The only person I drink after is my wife. But if she’s sick, I kind of avoid that too.”
Now that’s just one of the many stories you get to hear when you sit around and listen to these old coal miners talk.
That’s one of the real jewels of my business. I get to meet people I probably would have never crossed paths with otherwise, and sometimes they’ll sit down and tell me a little piece of their life.
And I especially enjoy hearing the stories from the coal miners.
Coal mining was a huge part of what built this community, this part of Eastern Kentucky and the state as a whole. It provided jobs, supported families, built communities and became a part of the history and identity of this region.
Those old miners went through a lot to make a living, and every one of them has probably got a story that you could sit and listen to all day.
I sure enjoyed meeting this gentleman, and I wish him continued good health. He seemed to be doing pretty good, especially considering all those years he spent underground.
Sometimes the best part of owning a little business isn’t what you sell. It’s the people who walk through the door and the stories they leave behind.