My wife calls me a workaholic. I'm not sure that I'd agree with that characterization, but I do admittedly understand the value and importance of work. I'm fortunate to enjoy what I do for a living, so it really doesn't seem like work sometimes.
Work is intimately linked to the human condition. The creation account in the Bible recalls how God told Adam that he would have to work for a living. "Cursed is the ground because of you. In toil you shall eat its yield all the days of your life." In other words, work is necessary for survival.
We are reminded almost daily to remember the sacrifices that our men and women in military service make on our behalf, and rightly so. They have volunteered to take a bullet for my sake in order that I can continue to enjoy my work. I appreciate that and am truly grateful.
But I rarely hear any tribute to the working man (and woman) who enables our survival here on the home front. At this time, I'd like to take the opportunity to thank a few folks.
Anyone who reads my column with any regularity knows that I hold the farmer in pretty high esteem. It is because by the farmer's toil, we eat of the yield. Farmers are constantly looking for ways to reduce toil and have made great strides over the last century. As a consequence, yields have risen and costs have fallen. Farmers know how to work.
But there are others who work hard who rarely get a thank you. Where do I start? Well, there's the coal miner digging in the ground risking life and limb to get this valuable rock to the folks who turn it into electricity. Without electricity I'd have to type this article on one of those old manual typewriters and mail it into my editor many days in advance of the deadline. Electricity affords me the ease to write my column without buckets of Wite-Out. While I'm thinking of it, the electricity must be first generated then delivered. So, thanks to the power plant workers, the linesman and the electrician.
Since energy is the lifeblood of our economy, let's not forget the oil field and gas well worker. The oil eventually needs to be changed from a raw material into something that we can use, so the refiners have my gratitude. The gasoline that's produced has to get into my truck somehow, so the folks who get it to the gas station and the good people who work at the gas station in whatever capacity make it possible for me to travel to the farm and do my job.
I can't neglect to thank the folks who take the limestone out of the ground and turn it into roads and bridges. Without roads I couldn't get to the farms to do the job I love. And there's the autoworker who made my truck. Without a truck there could be no farm calls. Truck mechanics, tire shops and auto parts stores do their part, too.
And, of course, without the farmer, there would be no cows for me to doctor and food would be much more difficult to come by. Thanks, guys.
When you really sit down and consider it, there are a lot of people and businesses without whom I couldn't do my job. It seems that we are all really interdependent. The bankers, pharmaceutical companies, vaccine manufacturers, truckers, cashiers, road crews, uniform makers and the people who make the supplies that I depend on every day make it possible for me to do my job. Thanks, guys, I appreciate it. I really mean that.
If you are reading this at work and I didn't mention your gig, I apologize. Thanks for your contribution to the greater good. I doubt that I could do my job without you.