There’s more to be celebrated on Labor Day weekend than the last blast of summer and the coming of another beautiful autumn.
It’s time to celebrate working folks—not just the ones who own or manage businesses, but the ones who work for them.
Even Labor Day is a busy workday for those who bag groceries, work in restaurant kitchens, checkout customers at retail stores, bus tables, haul garbage, patrol our streets and highways and defend our country.
They are the front line workers who take our abuse when we don’t like their bosses’ policies or when the equipment malfunctions. They are the ones who often work combinations of jobs to make the rent or pay tuition or keep the kids in sneakers and braces.
They are the ones who show up even when they don’t feel well, the ones who stay as long as it takes to get the job done. Many will start counting the days this Labor Day until they’re laid off for the season.
I like to say there is honor in all work, no matter what kind of work it is. As we pause this weekend to celebrate Labor Day, I am reminded of the following thoughts: