Labor Day...

I remember my father working as a hod carrier when I was very young. He worked so hard for such little money. I remember my father working in a sewage ditch cleaning out waste from pipes when I was a preteen. I remember my father working on a construction road job and almost getting hit by a car that didn't obey the signs. I remember my father working hard in his garden. I remember my father when I think of hard labor. He worked hard so that I could have a better life. He worked hard so that I could have more opportunities than he did. Today, on Labor Day weekend I thank him for teaching me the value of hard work.