He used to say, 鈥淭he graveyard doesn鈥檛 care how tired you were.鈥� Today, the working man looks different. He might still drive a forklift or pour concrete, but he might also be the guy in the stained polo fixing your Wi-Fi, or the father driving Uber at 10 PM after putting the kids to bed.
Don鈥檛 let anyone tell you that blue collar is a lower class. It is the working class. There is a verb in that title. You are active. You are moving. You are building. At the end of the day, the working man comes home. He kicks off his boots by the door. He eats a cold dinner and falls asleep on the couch before the news ends. Working Man
The world chases passion. The working man chases purpose . And purpose is stickier. Purpose is showing up on Monday even when you hate the boss, because you love the people at your table more. If you are reading this and your alarm goes off in four hours鈥攊f your back hurts, if your boots are worn thin, if you feel like a ghost moving through a system that doesn鈥檛 see you: He used to say, 鈥淭he graveyard doesn鈥檛 care
There is a deep, almost spiritual satisfaction in fixing something broken. In looking at a poured foundation and saying, 鈥淭hat isn鈥檛 going anywhere.鈥� In providing a dinner that didn鈥檛 exist without your labor. It is the working class
