Last week, Pelosi. et. al., were lauding how ObamaCare was “liberating millions of Americans from the burden of working at jobs they don’t like.”
Simple thesis: just hang on the couch and let taxpayers foot the bill for your food, phone and, now, health insurance.
Right when I was about to get terminally discouraged, I decided to go fetch our mail … on one of those windy, below-zero days.
At the mailbox, my faith in the American spirit was refreshed.
Let me emphasize: it was cold. Damn cold. Bone-chilling cold.
As I was reaching for the mail, a garbage truck lumbered by.
Off jumped a dude to dump our garbage into the crusher-truck.
I yelled to him “Hey, thanks for working on such an horrible day.”
He shot back: “No problem, man, it’s my job”.
That exchange has been on my mind.
What motivates that guy?
He’s probably not earning that much, and he’s certainly not basking in prestige..
He’s probably not even in line for any kind of clean-work promotion.
He could sit home and wait for the mailman to deliver his government benefits.
But, he doesn’t.
He gets up each morning to bust his hump doing dirty work.
Because that’s his job.
Suffice it to say, that guy has my respect.
I hope he catches a break some day.