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Many years ago on a flight back from the UK I sat beside an 80 year old retired cabinet maker. He regaled me with stories of his youth. He began his career as a cabinet maker as a 12 year old tea boy in a wood work shop.
His job was to make tea for the men, clean the glue pots, sweep the floor and any other crap job that no one else would perform. That era is long gone and much has been lost in the loss of that coming of age process. I say this is a guy who began his work life as a 12 year old working the carnival. Many days were hard and crappy but I would not trade those days/that experience for anything.
Too few people now grow up knowing how to work hard. Work is a blessing, and there’s a satisfaction that can only be found work. I’m ready to retire, but I’m not ready to stop “working.”