These are genuine poor citizens of our country who are locked in to a job that is physically exhausting every single day except for Sunday. The person who gets the 14 hour day is lucky, and anything less isn't enough. The catch to this is that there are only enough jobs (in general, not just this occupation in particular), for about 70% of the population. So, everyone else who isn't lucky enough to work 14 hour days moving extremely heavy furniture, or get work elsewhere is stuck with absolutely nothing. This, compounded with physical disability which is all too often unpreventable, puts these unfortunate souls in such a position where they are forced to do whatever is necessary to survive. This includes, but is not limited to, drug dealing, stealing, applying for welfare, living on the streets, begging for money, joining a gang, and working the government for anything they can get.
After considering all of this, is it really any wonder as to why there are also people who are left hopeless, sitting on their asses all day with no motivation to try and find a job? Doesn't it make sense that people would become lazy when their efforts to succeed fail miserably, regardless of the effort they put into it? These people are left with no hope because they've never seen a reward in their lives, and any so called "reward" you could find is utterly unsubstantial to properly motivating and educating them into finding a way out of their situation.
The driver who I went with on this trip was my father, one of the best movers in the business, which can be proven by how tightly and efficiently he can load anything and everything on to the trailer. He is 52 years old, and is probably at least 20 years from retirement, where his chances to get those fruitful 14 hour days will dwindle. With my youngest brother to continue to raise, and his wife and family to support, with his debt continuing to increase regardless of his arduous hard work, where is his reward for such dedication? Where is the gold at the end of the rainbow, and where is the end? What will it take for him to be able to rest and stop working?
It is from these personal experiences that my eyes are opened even further to the decay of our society, and the ineptitude of our ability to work as one. I express my personal life in attempts to show others what I see, and I hope that this brings me a step closer to being able to accomplish this endeavor. Take a moment to consider what I've typed, and think if you can relate to any of it. Then tell your own stories, and show the world how it can evolve as it should.
