There was honesty in that—something worth being proud of, too.
But not everyone saw it that way.
One evening, I was standing in the hot food section at the grocery store when I overheard something that reminded me how little some people value honest work.
I was staring at the trays under the heat lamps, trying to decide what to grab for dinner. I was exhausted from a long shift and struggling to keep my eyes open.
My hands still had that gray-black stain around the knuckles, no matter how hard I’d scrubbed them at work. My shirt smelled like smoke and hot metal. My jeans had a streak of grease along the thigh.
I knew exactly how I looked.
And I wasn’t ashamed of it.
Then I heard a man say, quiet but clear, “Look at him. That’s what happens when you don’t take school seriously.”
