When everything and everyone else fails you, the touch of the steel bar will warm your soul: she won’t betray you.

When even its touch is denied to you, the memory of the knurling in your hands and the expectation of being reunited with her will warm your soul: she won’t betray you.

When you can’t see the steel in your future anymore and the memory of the rough knurling starts fading, then hope is gone. No hope, no life.

The steel is as much a part of a lifter as his heart.