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After quitting sports, I hopped from one part-time job to another.

"No way someone with a bad back can handle this job."

"I can handle light packaging. Just give me a chance."

One of those jobs was assisting at the wholesale market during the early morning auctions for agricultural products.

The task involved packaging fruit into smaller portions so that the shopkeepers could sell them more easily.

Even that proved too much for m ...

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