The importance of hard work

THERE ARE PEOPLE in both sides of my family line for whom hard work was and is one of the cornerstones of life.

Soldiers. Sailors. Farmers. Carpenters. Factory workers. Phone company employees. Bus drivers. Teachers. Mamas. Daddies.

They worked to eat. They worked to put food on the table for their families. They worked to give their kids a great life, and, in some cases, to make a positive difference in the lives of other people’s kids.

They’ve instilled the importance of hard work into me.

I am lazy in comparison to them, which I guess is why I understand how important it is to work hard for those who pay you.

My current work is not hard, but it is a blessing.

Like any job, it is not perfect. Neither is the person who’s paid to do it.

My pay is another blessing. I appreciate it.

I don’t always get things right at work, but I try to learn from the times I get things wrong.

There have been changes in the age of coronavirus, but I’m blessed and thankful because to date there has not been a stoppage for my job or my paycheck.

I’m blessed and thankful for my coworkers, who have become friends.

I’m blessed to work in an environment which feels like a team with members who have each other’s backs, and work toward the same goal.

It’s not always easy to get up and go to work every day, but it’s always a blessing.

I’d better get some sleep.

I get to work tomorrow.


This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is, “work.”

3 Comments

  1. Casey: I thoroughly enjoyed this post. I am thankful for the years of hard work that God gave me the ability to perform. But I do believe I will enjoy being retired from here on in.(ha ha).

Leave a Reply