I’m a garbageman, I can’t work from home and my job is an essential city service that must get done. It’s a tough job, from getting up pre-dawn to the physical toll it takes on my body, to the monotonous nature of the job, at times it’s hard to keep on going.
Us garbagemen are gonna keep collecting the garbage, doctors and nurses are gonna keep doctoring and nurse-ering. It’s gonna be ok, we’re gonna make it be ok. I love my city. I love my country. I love my planet Earth. Be good to each other and we’ll get through this.
Right now though, right now I am feeling an extra sense of pride and purpose as I do my work. I see the people, my people, of my city, peeking out their windows at me. They’re scared, we’re scared. Scared but resilient.
Have YOU Continued to Thank the Ordinary People Doing Extraordinary, Hazardous Jobs For You During This Pandemic?
In This Short Life That Only Lasts An Hour
In this short Life that only lasts an hour
How much – how little – is within our power
By Emily Dickinson
How Much – How Little – Is Within YOUR Power?
