They lied to me. My parents. And I believed them.
Or maybe they just didn’t know anything different. Maybe it’s what their parents told them.
Work hard and be nice. It’s what I been taught all my life. It’s what I’ve done all my life.
It’s probably what you were taught as well. I guess it’s what we all were led to believe.
Sounds good right? Makes sense. Just keep your nose to the grindstone and you will be successful.
Work hard and be nice. Today I call bullshit!
It’s simply not enough. Kind of like the game children play in school where the first child whispers a sentence to the child beside him and it goes around the circle – each child whispering what he heard to the next. Something has been lost in the translation. Something vitally important.
Looking back, I can see that doubt has been nagging at me for quite some time. It hit home the other day. I flew first class for the first time. Sounds nice right? What I want to know is why does money equate to a person being treated special and where can I get some? It sure hasn’t come from working hard and being nice.
I have the feeling I’m doing something wrong. Is there anybody out there willing to share the secret?
Work hard and be nice. Well, at least no one has died.