My oldest son got a job through a friend. He worked landscaping... all... summer... long. It didn't matter how early they started, the sun was inevitable and the scorching heat along with it. He literally, sweat off at least 15 pounds. And he became so dark, there is not a person out there who would have believed he was my son. I'm talking tan. He didn't look like he belonged in Utah. He had a California tan like he had been working for an Orange County Landscaping company. He came home filthy, exhausted, and starving... the true sign of a days hard work.
My youngest son got a job through a temp service. He worked for a steel company. He lifted heavy highway road railings made of steel, hooking them on a belt above him. The belt lowered the steel into acid, brought it up for my son to remove and hook to the next belt to be dipped into another solution. My son had to go through a tremendous amount of safety glasses, wear goggle, steel toe boots, gloves, and shin/ankle guards. He worked a 12 hours shift from 4AM to 4PM for 6 days a week. He made good money. He came home disgusting, with acid burned clothing, scraps and bruises, and filth all over him except wear his goggles protected his eyes.
My boys worked hard and I am proud of them. They needed money for their next year of college and they worked hard getting it. It also does me good to know that both of their employers told them they could come back next summer. I think they both feel pretty good about themselves too.
Hard work. It does everybody good.
This is a sponsored post for Southland Landscaping Company, however, all the points and views are my own.
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