About half way through the run, I round a corner and see a utility truck. The men are bundled up working. I’m out here for fun, but I don’t think they are out here for fun. They are out here working to keep my neighborhood comfortable. I doubt these guys volunteered to brace the cold and snow to work; or, if they volunteered, it was solely for the paycheck. It made me think. I appreciate the fact that they are braving the elements to keep me comfortable.
As I run, I thank God for their work. Then, I think about all the people who work to keep me comfortable. It’s work that I can’t do; I don’t know how. To be honest, a lot of it is probably work that I don’t want to do. But, they do it in order to keep me comfortable. I need to be more thankful for their work.