Our friend Max starts most of his days at four. By six he starts dropping the kids off at school. The first one is forty minutes away and he makes a total of five stops, which takes him close to two hours.
A bit after one, he begins the same process all over again to pick the kids up.
He admits it’s quite a sacrifice. He also does it to have a place to stay, since his actual wages are minimal. His hopes are to soon work in a business setting so he can save up and ultimately pursue seminary or theological studies.
I’m rooting for him.
Lately I’ve felt a whole lot of admiration for those who work hard for a purpose. It goes beyond work ethic. When I see someone put in the legitimate effort that it takes to put themselves in a good position to help provide for others, I can get behind that, and it’s something I want to be able to say I’ve done well within my lifetime.