Pride

What if everyone loved their job and was proud of what they did? Wouldn't the world be a better place? The boy who puts an extra shine on the shoe he polishes. The delivery driver who prides himself on being prompt and careful. The janitor who goes above and beyond. The babysitter who treats her charges as her own. The nurse who treats her patients like her own mother. 

Everyone feels better when these things occur.

Pride does not need to go before a fall. It can signal the beginning of a wonderful world.

A tiny home in a low income area whose windows sparkle is beautiful because of the pride someone takes in it.

No one needs to be ashamed, or apologize for the job they do if they do it with love and the best of intentions. 

We need to understand that without all people, all jobs, all places, this world becomes a one dimensional parody of life. 

When I was growing up I never thought the person who repaired my shoes, delivered our milk, picked up our dry cleaning, cut our meat,  mowed the lawn, drove my Grandfather's car, or babysat us, was any less important than my dad who taught school, or my mother who cooked and cleaned our house, or my grandpop who was some kind of rich guy who did, I didn't know what.

That is the way it should be. 

Of course it would also be better if everyone was compensated fairly.