At the age of 12 it started and it hasn’t stopped yet. I worked through colds/ fevers, heat waves/ blizzards & even on the day my baby was born. Vacations have never been totally free and work has consumed the majority of my waking hours. There are moments of breath’s in between moments of exhaustion. I even remember working through an entire day as blood oozed down from my hand waiting for the work bell in my head to call in so I could get sewed up. Before I dedicated my Saturday to G-D I even worked many of those days as well.
I’m not writing this to impress you (although it would be fine if I did) I just wanted to reflect with you in case someone ever says I didn’t earn what I received. It is true that many might have struggled more but they can’t say I didn’t struggle as well. To tell you the truth G-D willing I’ll be able to keep this up (with maybe a few slow downs) until my last day of work on earth is finally called and then maybe I’ll get some final rest. Although I’m not sure that would be my final calling as I’m sure I’ll work to get and stay behind the gates.