I started working when I was about 7, maybe I was 5. That's the joy of your family owning their own business. What did I do you ask? I catered. Well, as the cute little kid I passed the sausages around and tried to stay out of the way for the real work to be done. I think I was paid a couple bucks a job. Hey, as a youngster, a couple bucks was a lot.
Over 20 years later I still help Mom when she really needs the help. And when I really need the money.
But don't worry, I make more than a couple dollars a job these days.
Where the fruit of the spirit is attempted. Where the extremely impatient try to do the opposite. Where waiting for God is practiced. "Being content with today is not inconsistent with wanting the future to be quite different."
Saturday, April 4, 2009
My first job: food service
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