Working In Pain. My Thoughts.

[Guest guest]

As I said in my first post about working in pain. I work, the hours

that I do, because of the every day bills. And we all have those.

But also as another thought. I work because I love to work. As I was

growing up My father was a Heavy Construction worker. And Lord knows

he knew how to work. If there was ever a gift that my father gave me

it was the gift of doing the right thing. And standing up as a man

and taking restonsibility for your family. Working is not a 4-letter

word.

Working gives you worth and pride in the person you are. It makes you

hold your head up high. My Father taught me this.

So as you see I work to get the bills paid. It's hard most time. But

I do it. But I also do it because of the pride I feel in myself after

a long day. Most days I come home I'm stiff and sore. And I plop my

butt on the couch becasue it hurts to even move to pick up the

remote. But as I sit on that couch. I sit there with a smile on my

face with all the pain knowing I put in a good days work. And every

day I set there I think of my father knowing he would be proud of me.

These are my thoughts.

JIM From NW Ohio.