Growing up the biggest lesson my mother tried to instill in me was a strong work ethic. At thirteen she told me one day, "Get some rest you have to be to work in the morning." I said, "Work, what do you mean I didn't apply for any job?" She talked to someone she knew that owned the car wash across the street from my school and got me a job. She even made me pay her $20 a week from the time I was 13 until I left home. It was a trivial amount but she wanted me to have some responsibility. She saved most of it and gave it back to me when I left home. I've never been out of work for more than a month or so except for the three years I was disabled since I was 13 years old. My Mom worked from 13 until three days before she passed away at 76. I think her job kept her alive longer.
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