Watching my father work all of his life as a bricklayer. He had a very limited education and had an absent father. He married my mother young, had three daughters and worked until around 10 years ago when he finally retired, in the Louisiana heat laying bricks for other people's homes and buildings. I have a Master's degree and work with white collar workers who complain about "hard" work...neither I nor they know what "hard" work is until you've had to do back breaking work bending and lifting bricks and mortar in intense heat day in and day out. My father has had limited "intelligence" book wise but life wise, he is a very intelligent man and a wonderful caregiver. I look at my hands and I know I can never do that type of work but my father raised me on it. Thank you Dad for teaching me the value of persistence, responsibility, hard work and building "my" life.
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