My first job.
Bill’s Dollar store in Kountze, Texas.
Most boring task – refolding the “old lady” bras after chest-challenged customers finished pawing through them.
It gets worse.
The most dreaded task–cleaning the outhouse behind the store. Yes, outdoor plumbing in 1976. It was an original dollar store after all.
One afternoon, I got a surprise. The aftermath of a customer’s personal “plumbing problem” splattered across the interior of said out-house.
But, I scrubbed, disinfected and cleaned it all. For 1. 75 per hour.
Why? I was desperate for financial independence in a town full of haves and have-nots. Not many folks existed in- between.
You can guess where I belonged.
Where did I want to be?
With people like the owner of the local Western Auto. He had a white Cadillac and a two story house that looked like a movie set from Gone With the Wind –before the Civil War.
The American dream, yah know.
Beautiful home. Two point two kids. Retirement fund.
Didn’t happened quite that way. I got sidetracked. Went on mission trips. Got involved in causes causes bigger than the row of zeros on a pay check. Fell in love. Had kids. Got a vision of what God can do with one ordinary person not afraid to follow Him.
Sound irresponsible? A bit foolish? Too much idealism for an occupant of a fallen world?
Maybe, but that’s where I’m at. My husband and I don’t own a home. We don’t have an extravagant pension. But, we have purpose. We take risks to see lives changed.
Life is not an inclusive resort. It’s a journey of faith and trust.
The ultimate adventure.
How about you?
What makes you want to get up in the morning?
Gives you peace just before you fall asleep at night?