Nature. Nothing is better then the exquisiteness of the great outdoors. And you know that, as you work your gritty job in the coal mines. You are one with nature, at once relaxed and at the same time straining. Straining to get the last piece of coal from the deep well that is the demise of so many men. Your friend Frank looks over to you: "One more week, buddy... one more week." You smile. Frank is the oldest worker here at the Coal mine, his wife waiting at home for their great vacation, finally going to get away from the monotony of life. Frank has spent years and years saving for this vacation, and his wife has scrimped and saved. "You must be excited." I say. He smiles. "One more week... just one more..." The ceiling collapses, it knocks Frank on to his knees. He falls over. You rush to help him up. "I'm fine," he says, "just fine..." But he reaches up to rub his head and becomes startled. He lowers his hand. It's covered in blood. He starts blinking rapidly. "You okay, Frank?!" you ask. "I'll get the foreman!" "No... don't... it's too late for me... this mine is set to collapse again... get out while you can." "NO!" "Just do it..." You shake your head but know he's right. You begin to leave, a tear falls down your cheek. "Buddy," he calls out. You turn. "Tell my wife I love her." The ceiling begins falling again, crushing Frank, crushing his hopes. But not his boots. With these stainless steel toes and excellent prices nothing can crush them. $99.