I wanted that for myself. I wanted to be excited. But then I feel guilty when I think about my father. He worked as an electrician for more than thirty years. I know he didn’t particularly love his job. There were no animated conversations at the dinner table about a light fixture he installed. But he still went to work every day. He showed up without complaint no matter how much he might have hated his job, because that’s what his generation was taught. You went to work so you could pay your bills, put food on the table, and keep a roof over your family’s heads. It’s what I was taught. And
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