My Jobs As A Kid
Somewhere in my box of memorabilia is an old black and white picture of me when I was four years old. I was holding a paint brush by a two step ladder I had pounded together. Funny, how I notice now that the rungs are not particularly level. At any rate, I reminisce about that picture and tell people, “This proves it. I’ve been working since I was four years old!”
You’ve read about some of my exploits growing up on the farm. From climbing fifty feet up the silo chute to pitch down silage as a nine year old, to stacking hay on the hayrack. I have a whole lot of experience. Of course, the older I get, the more experience I have.
Then one day, we moved to town. My friend Mike had a little popcorn machine and on Saturday night, when it seemed like the whole county was in town, I helped him sell popcorn at ten cents a bag. I don’t remember making any money at this endeavor, but I did eat a LOT of popcorn!
On another day, Elinor opened a Dairy Queen—it was kind of an ice cream shop. Now it didn’t take long to figure out that if I wanted any ice cream, I needed money. So I got a job. Up at 3:00 AM to deliver milk seemed like a good way to make some serious ice cream money. I can still hear the chink-chink of the milk jugs as I carried them to everyone’s milk box. (Bet some of you have no idea what I’m even talking about---ask your grandparents!) J
Delivering milk was over at 6:00 AM so I started delivering the early morning newspaper. By the time that was done, the grass was dry so I mowed 32 lawns at about fifty cents each. However, there was one lawn that was a square block and that lady paid me $3.00. Then she complained that I was the cause of all her dandelions. I never turned my back on her. J Rumor had it that she had chased her husband with a pitch fork. By the time I knew her, the husband was dead. As a young boy, I wasn’t certain but what that rumor might have actually been true! So I always kept my eye on her.
My whole life has been doing a lot of different jobs. Now I realize that the only thing that really matters in life is what matters a hundred years from now. For me, it is and always will be Jesus, family, and the flock I serve. So today, that’s my challenge to you…..what will matter in your life a hundred years from now?
Love ya all,
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