A lot of pragmatic lessons in here. Thank you, Patrick. In reading this, I'm reminded God doesn't waste anything. Sometimes what seems like a trivial experience or even a failed job opportunity can result in valuable lesson or something we learn along the way can be well utilized later in life. Keep up the great work my friend.
Patrick, great post, one of your best (and they are all good)! It is amazing how jobs that hold such "promise of prestige" dissolve into the reality of repeated endeavor. What makes a job meaningful is the purpose and the people tied to it. One of my first jobs was baling hay. I made $4 an hour and my first paycheck was $24.00, plus lunch. As I recall, it was (ahem) "placed into the stream of commerce" via the Music Den store at the mall where I bought several cassettes (Van Halen, et al.). Ah youth. :)
Just terrific! I grew up on the Lower East Side of NY and worked at 15 in an illegal "factory" putting the inner sole of shoes into a machine to get the 5th Ave Store Stamp on it at I think 50 cents an hour but Mom said, "Never open the envelope" with the pay at the end of the week--that was for her!
I remember those pancakes, Patrick, they were terrible. Good thing you went into law.😉
Excellent take on working hard and getting through the jobs that may not be as rewarding, however, strengthen one’s character. One thing that stood out to me here is for individuals to recognize and pay respect to those workers who serve your needs, whatever their capacity. For example, when I departed our hospital group practice, one of the maintenance workers cried and gave me a hug. Why? Because I treated her with the same respect and cordiality that I would any of my colleagues. This was ingrained in me by my father. In my opinion, there is not enough of this in today’s world.
Love this Patrick. So true and heartfelt.
Thanks brother. Go Tigers!
What a wonderful column! I enjoyed it and will be passing it on.
I needed that read as I start the school year!
A lot of pragmatic lessons in here. Thank you, Patrick. In reading this, I'm reminded God doesn't waste anything. Sometimes what seems like a trivial experience or even a failed job opportunity can result in valuable lesson or something we learn along the way can be well utilized later in life. Keep up the great work my friend.
Patrick, great post, one of your best (and they are all good)! It is amazing how jobs that hold such "promise of prestige" dissolve into the reality of repeated endeavor. What makes a job meaningful is the purpose and the people tied to it. One of my first jobs was baling hay. I made $4 an hour and my first paycheck was $24.00, plus lunch. As I recall, it was (ahem) "placed into the stream of commerce" via the Music Den store at the mall where I bought several cassettes (Van Halen, et al.). Ah youth. :)
Thats’s awesome.
Just terrific! I grew up on the Lower East Side of NY and worked at 15 in an illegal "factory" putting the inner sole of shoes into a machine to get the 5th Ave Store Stamp on it at I think 50 cents an hour but Mom said, "Never open the envelope" with the pay at the end of the week--that was for her!
I remember those pancakes, Patrick, they were terrible. Good thing you went into law.😉
Excellent take on working hard and getting through the jobs that may not be as rewarding, however, strengthen one’s character. One thing that stood out to me here is for individuals to recognize and pay respect to those workers who serve your needs, whatever their capacity. For example, when I departed our hospital group practice, one of the maintenance workers cried and gave me a hug. Why? Because I treated her with the same respect and cordiality that I would any of my colleagues. This was ingrained in me by my father. In my opinion, there is not enough of this in today’s world.
Again, kudos on excellent points.
Amen brother. Amen.
How can you keep getting better very week! Another heartfelt and thoughtful narrative!
I wonder what is the percentage of kids now that have to work for little pay while in middle school?