LETTER: Where to find the real 'doers'
To the Editor:
I hit my alarm clock at 5 a.m. sharp — the start of another long day. Nothing to commend myself for, seeing how my wife had long been up preparing breakfast and getting things in order for the kids' school day.
[This was] before starting her own long day, [which included] tending to her elderly mother, running errands and keeping our small farm running. Then there's preparing supper and helping with homework before setting the alarm herself late into the night.
I passed the Fastop on way out. The usual crowd was in place, mostly farmers familiar with long days. Some are retired and still choose to remain productive rather than settle in to idleness.
At the stoplight in Tramway, I met truckers who, judging from their wearied looks, had been driving long into the night with still a distance to travel. At the Hardees, you could see the employees tending costumers. Some, no doubt, were heading to second jobs after that one because, either through pride or determination, they refuse to go on the government dime.
The Food Lion parking lot was already filling up with others getting in shopping early so time would be left to perform other tasks. Various work trucks were passing through the light, off to do their valuable tasks. Many cars were already filling the lanes with patrons off to important occupations.
I reflected for a moment on how these are the real gears that run the great engine of the U.S. It was late evening before I arrived back at the light on my way home. I grabbed my supper and settled down in front of the TV to catch up on the news. I witnessed several persons in nicely tailored suits.
All were declaring how hard they were working, or were going to work, to make America a better place for each of us. The cameras flashed. One got the impression how they reveled in the limelight.
What a stark contrast from the fatigued faces, the calloused hands, T-shirts and blue jeans I had witnessed in the morning — those only noticeable by stern observation, I thought to myself.
More got done for America in those short moments by all those I viewed traveling to work than those stuffed suits do in a lifetime ... .
The next time you hear one of those well-rehearsed figures tell you all they are doing for this country, have a stop at that light in Tramway around 6 a.m. and watch.