WORK BRINGS HONOR
My husband an I were traveling and needed some emergency repairs on our motor home.
It was a very hot Saturday late in the day but we finally found one garage open and we pulled in.
We were greeted by a nice man who said he could fix the broken part in a few minutes.
While he did the work we were able to learn he was the owner of the establishment.
I asked why he was here on a Saturday so late in the day.
He said, “I have to work 10 times harder for 50 percent less. My family are depending on me. The economy is so bad that all the local businesses are gone or on the way out. California has state paid employees (I don’t know how they can afford to attack the very people who pay them) searching warehouse like Nazis if there are businesses to put new permits, fees and regulations on to raise more revenue. Its a sicking feeling. Honor and tradition are disappearing. Heck, we have a family tradition that our fathers buy us our first train set. I just hope my son will be able to afford to buy his son a train set one Christmas like my father and I did. I can only hope.”
“I was taught to give not take, I was raised that to work is honorable and right. I just don’t know anymore.”