Sunday, December 21, 2014

 

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Today I am grateful for trash collectors.  Yes, trash collectors.  So often we pad through our lives not realizing how much one person’s job affects us.  Imagine if they didn’t show up.

 

 

 

No matter how foul the weather, hot or cold, rain or snow, ice, blizzards, whatever, the trash collectors always show up.  I used to take them for granted until I sat in my kitchen one day and watched them coming up my street.  Up and down, up and down, on and off that truck, with sleet pelting him like rice at a wedding!  That guy could climb a mountain with the muscles in his legs!

 

 

 

Usually there are two. . .one drives the truck the other hauls and dumps the cans.  Sometimes they switch off.  But I’ve seen only one, too.  Talk about a job.  I creak when I get in and out of the car at the grocery store.  He did it all day long a billion times.  With a smile!  Whenever I’ve run out with a last minute piece of something they have both nodded and said, “Good morning to you, maam!”  And we chat for a minute.  What would we do without people out there willing to do the jobs we can’t. . .or won’t?  God bless them everyone!

 

 

 

I can’t afford to tip everyone that sticks an envelope under my nose this Christmas, but I’m going to throw a few bucks at the trash collectors because I’m very grateful for them!

 

No matter how foul the weather, hot or cold, rain or snow, ice, blizzards, whatever, the trash collectors always show up.  I used to take them for granted until I sat in my kitchen one day and watched them coming up my street.  Up and down, up and down, on and off that truck, with sleet pelting him like rice at a wedding!  That guy could climb a mountain with the muscles in his legs!

Usually there are two. . .one drives the truck the other hauls and dumps the cans.  Sometimes they switch off.  But I’ve seen only one, too.  Talk about a job.  I creak when I get in and out of the car at the grocery store.  He did it all day long a billion times.  With a smile!  Whenever I’ve run out with a last minute piece of something they have both nodded and said, “Good morning to you, maam!”  And we chat for a minute.  What would we do without people out there willing to do the jobs we can’t. . .or won’t?  God bless them everyone!

I can’t afford to tip everyone that sticks an envelope under my nose this Christmas, but I’m going to throw a few bucks at the trash collectors because I’m very grateful for them!