Waking up to a very cold morning and the lazy bug hit not to get out of bed. Seeing I took off Tuesday I had to find the courage to step out the house. The thing in mind is “I will lift up my eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help”. By the time I get to work I had to add another line “Give me my daily bread”.
I would have never known that it was so hard making a living in the United States of America. You get nothing free. So not to be a BUM, you have to get up off your behind and in the rain, snow or sun toil for your survival.
There are many who live on WELFARE and free housing and they live much better than the hard-working people. I often wonder how they made it thus far. I believe they are lacking pride in self and settled for anything that comes their way.
I pride myself to rise up early and plough the road for my bread. I love the fruits of my labour. Every day I thank God for the mother I had who was the driving force regardless of the weather condition. That sense of security is still in my DNA. Those that know me sometimes ask me to slow down, but survival is a must in this part of the world.
I ask myself sometimes it is a Gregg thing? Yes, my father was a hard worker also. He along with my mother purpose was to feed their family and they did it will love and the grace of God. The story is a very long one and one day it will be engraved in black and white.
To all who will read this message do it with your name written in it and at the end of the day you should be much stronger.
Sir Godfrey Gregg