It’s Labor Day weekend, so here’s a shout out to the working people.
Anyone who works for minimum wage. The struggling shop owners who pay their employees but not themselves. Anyone whose job it is to run into someplace on fire. Nurses. The steel-nerved construction crews working within steps of speeding traffic. Anyone who cleans toilets. Coal miners. Chicken farmers. Any kind of farmer, for that matter. Or miner. Anyone who should get the day off, but won’t. Like cops. Or soldiers. Or traffic toll-takers. The folks who climb utility poles to flirt with power that can kill them instantly, and those who stand next to downed power lines all day in the rain to keep kids away. Late night motel clerks. People who stock the store shelves. Anyone who spends weeks away from their family because the company used to have five people to do that job and now there’s only one and they need to be in ten states in ten weeks to do it, or they just won’t do it anymore. And then what would we do? Like head off to work a 10-hour day every day, with the only work being knocking on doors looking for work and a new start. We should recognize the millions of these people too, because there is no quit in them.
It’s Labor Day weekend, all. Take one day and live it. Put your feet up. Have a beer. Watch a ballgame. Take the kids out to play.
Rest. With our thanks for keeping America running.
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