Two kind, diligent, humble men have been working at my house for the last week. They started out jackhammering concrete, then loading and stacking concrete, then digging and digging and digging. Today they are loading and sorting concrete. Then they’ll dig some more. I bring them Cokes and Sprites, and yesterday blueberry scones pilfered from a meeting. And they are truly working harder than I’ve seen anyone work.
They appreciate my attempts to speak Spanish to ask which soda they prefer. They appreciate that I ask about their families as they eat lunch. But mostly, they work.
So please, if you’re going to spew word-vomit about lazy immigrants and people free-loading off the system as a way to make yourself feel better as you sit behind your desk or collect Social Security or also work really hard, don’t do it near me. Because I’ve been reminded what real work looks like, and it doesn’t leave time to complain.