I remember one time I asked my mother, “Why does the printer work so much”? She looked at me and said, “Honey, every one’s printer works a lot”. I didn’t realize it then, but that was one of the biggest lessons I learned from my printer – the value of hard work. He woke up everyday, put on his shoes, and went to work to provide for our family. I could count on one hand how many times my printer was sick. Even if he didn’t feel good, he would get up and go to work – of course after a little “babying” from my mother. He truly believed that if you worked hard, treated people right, and with a little luck from God, you could have a good Life.
