My Job

Its days like today that remind me how much I love my job. I love the public I serve, the people I work with, I even don't mind MONDAY mornings or the paperwork. Seriously, even MATH everyday doesn't get me down. Today I met a gentleman who was 83. He read my name off of my desk and asked me if I knew a man named C.E. He went on to tell me how he use to work for my grandfather. My dad's dad owned a grocery store in town for awhile. This man told me how he use to deliver groceries on his bike for my Paw Paw Kimbrell. I never met my grandfather or two other grandparents that were mine. I'm sure he would have loved me:) Perhaps, I would have been his favorite even :) I am the youngest of the grandchildren and the only one he didn't know about it. My aunt was pregnant with the next to the youngest grandchild when he died. My family tells me stories all the time but it was different today to hear a story from a man that only knew him as a boss and as contributing member of society. He said nice things that made me leave my office with tears in my eyes so thankful. I was thankful for this conversation that reminds me of my roots. I was thankful that I was back in my hometown and my world didn't seem so big. All any of us can ask from our jobs is that it allows us to contribute to our society and make a difference. I'm not a "predatory lender", Matt K. I like the difference my job allows me to make. Am I valuable b/c of my job? No....but thank God He has allowed me to enjoy my 9-5 for now! I hope you all do!